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come and gone, till now, from a succession of deaths, only three patients remain. The oldest inhabitant, who had been bed-ridden for several years, died last spring at the age of 93, a sprightly old lady, retaining her mental faculties till the last, and talking of Waterloo and Trafalgar as if they were events of yesterday. It was curious to hear her description of the mingled sorrow and rejoicing when news of this last victory came, and how the windows in the High Street were wreathed in crape and illuminated with candles at the same time.
The great wish of the Sisters at present is to increase the number of patients, as with so few, the hospital is only kept open at a pecuniary loss, which it is unadvisable, indeed, impossible, to go on incurring. The ward is a large upper room, bright and cheerful with pictures, sunny all day long, and with just a glimpse of Arthur Seat, over intervening house-tops and chimney-cans, from one of the many dormer windows. The beds are separated by screens, and each patient has accommodation for her own private possessions and treasures close to her bed; the arrangements generally give comfortable, homelike feeling of individuality, and not of being merely one among many. Only those who know with what horror and dismay the respectable poor look forward to the possibility of ending their days in the workhouse, can understand the boon to them a Home like this is, giving a restful end to a busy or a suffering life, with all necessities and every comfort provided, besides some few luxuries. Patients are received from any part of the country. Episcopalians perferably, although others are not rejected, if they can make themselves happy, and conform to the few simple rules of the Home. The Sister Superior, All Saints' Home, Glen Street, Edinburgh, will gladly supply any information and answer questions respecting the Hospital. Trusting that you will kindy insert this short appeal,
A SCOTTISH CHURCHWOMAN. A very pretty book, called Grass of Parnassus,' prose, poetry, and illustrations, is being sold for 6s., for the building fund of the Episcopal Church at Peterhead. It has good views of the Buchan scenery, and a memoir of Dean Banken.
Y. A. N.-Miss Riddle, Leckhampton, Cheltenham, writes in ‘Work and Leisure' that she will teach Hindustani and other Indian languages by correspondence to ladies intending to take up medical or educational work in India.
Errata. Page 442.- Though Madame de Montespan's father was Duke de Mortémart (not Mortémar, but a village in Haute Vienne), her maiden name was not Mortemart, nor even Rochechouart, but Tonnay-Charente, one of the family fiefs, according to the puzzling nomenclature of the greater French nobles, where every member of one high family might bear a different surname.
Page 445.—Dies Iræ is by Thomas of Celano, four centuries later than St. Notker, all whose poems are unrhymed. I have translated several of them.
Page 447.-Masses for dead were not daily, except in chantry foundations.
R. F. L. NOV 1916