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THE COURT. -..--






TOPICS OF THE WEEK. THE NEW FREEMAN OF DUNDEE. 0 high is the honour of Russell the Earl, And his brain is no doubt in a regular whirl, For the Sheriff and Provost, and Baxter, M.P. Have made him a freeman of bonny Dundee. How modestly all his past honours are worn The freedom of Catholics, freedom of Corn, Repeal of the Test Act, and so on," says he, Are due to this freeman of bonny Dundee. "Reform Bills I've framed without number, you know, But I gave up that business a short time ago Now in Foreign Affairs very safe you will be In the hands of this freeman of bonny Dundee. 0 white is the linen you bleach by the Tay- But whiter to me this most fortunate day Very sweet is your marmalade—sweeter to me That I now am a freeman of bonny Dundee." The Press. THE OBSTACLE TO THE SPREAD OF CHRISTI- ANITY.-The Bishop of Oxford calls for more sacri- fices in Central Africa. He is, indeed, almost as insatiate as the King of Dahomey. He confesses that no good has been done, but is for persevering all the same in the waste of lives and money. The Scotch liken folly of this sort to thrashing water for bubbles, but the thrashing in this instance is much worse than idle. Dr. Wilberforce is quite content with the deaths of the bishop and Mr. Martin, and coolly declares that they do much more good in their graves in the vvilds of Africa than they could have done by their ministrations at home. It is a pity he cannot himself set the example of this sort of service, of speaking, as he says, from the tomb, as he might do it, perhaps, to better purpose than from the chair. Bishop Wilber- force says that the great obstacle to the reception of the Gospel in heathen lands is the contradiction between the lessons of Christianity and the lives of its professors and he asks whether poor savages can be disposed to believe in the Gospel when they see a drunkard. But that example is not the worst. What can the heathen think when 'c he sees or hears of a rich bishop professing the religion in which riches are declared the root of all evil ? What can the poor savage think when he hears the purple and fine linen condemned as the types of the pomps and vanities, and learns that the heads of the Church clothe their servants in the one and them- selves in the other, as if in outward and visible con- tempt and defiance of Christianity? We admit, of course, the impossibility of acting literally and strictly up to all the- self-denying precepts of primitive Chris- tianity; but this being so, let a bishop have the prudence to refrain from declaring that the contra- diction between lessons and lives is the impediment to the propagation of the Gospel, citing the drunkard as the example, when the Prelate, in lawn and luxury, as described by Sydney Smith, would serve as well, or better, to point the moral. The episcopal palace is a glass house from which stones should not be thrown against the contradiction between precept and practice. -Examiner. THE WELSH EISTEDDFOD. — The great national Eisteddfod, or gathering of the bards, has just been held in Wales, and another blow has been dealt to English tyranny and English cruelty. The Lord Bishop of St. David's, who took the chair at one of the meetings, advised that certain of the odes and addresses should not be published, in consequence of their strong expressions against the hateful Saxon; but it is hardly likely that men who bear such names as Genedlaethol, Cywiad, and loan ap L will consent to have their feelings thus outraged. Any Englishman who went to the Eisteddfod, and was not stunned bv the uproar made by the shrieking of the glorious bards, would probably be puzzled at the course of the busi- ness. The Welshmen compete for prizes, and rave out what they call poetry, in what they consider the finest language in Europe, amid incessant cheers from the audience. The prize is generally divided among several competitors, or the blood of the one successful man might peradventure be spilt. The reports of the affair are written in the jargon which passes for good English down in Wales, and a local paper announces that "North and South (Wales) are now united under one bardic banner." This is, indeed, a cheering result. Bishop Thirlwall was made a Druid, which was another great achievement, and the bards spluttered odes to him in their uncouth gibberish till the episcopal vic- tim must have fancied himself in an assemblage of Ojibbeways. A Dr. James, the fiery orator, as he is called in those parts, made a beautiful speech, in which he smote the Saxons hip and thigh. God had said that He would keep the Welsh alive, and here they were alive on that day, that hereafter they might sway the sceptre over the whole length and breadth of the land, if they had not done so for many years past." The Welsh will yet have their own again. The assurance greatly delighted the bardic conclave. This last meeting has caused them to retire to their caves for the rest of the year in happiness; but it was rather too quiet for them, since they only managed to break one gallery down and nearly kill a number of -Doople-all Welsh too. That would have been a blow to Christendom, and another convincing proof of the unquenchable malice of the Saxon. What has become of the bards now we know not, but by the time they next issue from their native wilds, we hope intelligent Welshmen will have found out that antipatkies of race would not help them, even if they were oppressed, and discover further that they are not oppressed at all, but have the same laws and enjoy the same privileges as Englishmen. All the harm we have done them is to feed them well, dress them decently, and offer them a civilised language. The first two they receive gladly—the last they may take or leave alone; but if they are wise they will forget their prejudices, and throw their "language" away after the skins which once clothed their noble forms.-The Spectator.