Third Edition. LONDON: G. J. PALMER, 32, LITTLE QUEEN STREET, LINCOLN’S INN FIELDS. 1866. CAUGHT NAPPING. HOW I FOUND MYSELF IN THE CATACOMBS. I am an Anglican of the Anglicans, I mean that I am τετράγωνος a Perfect Man, with four angles impinging upon my neighbours and producing among them many a sore. Whithersoever I go, into whatsoever society, I take my angles with me. They do much damage, but they establish the principle of Anglicanism. My object in writing these lines is to announce a very

MY WALK WITH THE BLESSED LAURENCE. At the conclusion of the service, which to me savoured too strongly of ritualistic tendencies to be satisfactory, I entered into a long conversation with some of the Christians present. I explained to them that I was a priest from Britain, but they were, I found, very ignorant of the institutions of that favoured isle. Indeed, they regard me— me , the incumbent of Grubbington-in-the-Clay, and one who has been nominated for a Proctorship in Convocation— me they

HOW I STOOD BEFORE THE PREFECT. I have never succeeded in adequately describing to Betsy Jane my feelings under escort to bonds and imprisonment, and perhaps worse; and if I failed in making the wife of my bosom appreciate the horrible anxiety under which I laboured during that walk, I must necessarily fail with the public. Not of course that I was alarmed on my own account, but I felt for my wife and family, and I was all of a tremble for Grubbington parish. Mrs. Starch, I mean Betsy Jane, has,