70 CATHEDRAL SERVICE.
out to us a narrow-mouthed well, ninety feet in depth, which he said, " without doubt, was dug by His Majes ty, Julius Caesar."
It was at Carlisle that we attended, for the first time, the Sabbath cathedral service of the Mother-Land. To us, it was solemn and impressive. An anthem, from Psalm 55th, " Hear my prayer," was most toucli- ingly performed by two chanting boys, with the rich tones of a majestic organ. The interest with which we viewed the congregation, was heightened by the ap pearance of a large number of neatly dressed, and decorously behaved charity-children, and also, to us, the novel circumstance of a military feature in the audience. A garrison from the Castle, of three hun dred soldiers, entered in full uniform, with subdued martial music, and joined reverently in the service. Methought, Mars was kneeling at the feet of Christ, as the responses burst forth clearly from the lips of this portion of the " church militant." The Dean gave a good discourse from that comprehensive passage of St. Peter, " Through sanctification of the Spirit, with obe dience, and sprinkling of the blood of Christ."
��How graceful, mid their garniture of green, Gleam out thy roofs, Carlisle ! thy castled towers Symmetrical, thy fair Cathedral dome In solitary majesty, thy bridge Spanning the Eden, where the angler sits Patient so long, and seems to count the sheep,
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