relics might not be exposed to the rude insults and attacks of the profane. A monkish legend details their troublesome march through various parts of the country until they reached Dunholme, (Durham), a place strong by nature, but not easily rendered habitable, being overgrown by a thick forest. In their march, observes Hutchinson, their pious ardour must have been equal to any toil, and superior to any danger, encumbered as they were, with the remains of St. Cuthbert, the head of St. Oswald, the bones of St. Aidan, Eadgert, Eaufred, and Ethelwold, all enclosed in one ark, or shrine. When we consider that at that time, roads were unknown, we can easily conceive the wheels of the ponderous vehicle becoming occasionally pretty firmly fixed in the swampy ground. This is said to have happened when they reached Durham, but the stoppage was this time attributed to a miracle-the holy relics having reached their final resting place. A church was built by Bishop Aldun, and dedicated to St. Cuthbert wherein the remains of the Saint were deposited. The Town of Durham dates its rise from this period, and the inhabitants took care to fortify the place as strongly as possible. In 1072, a strong castle was built a few yards to the north of the church, to serve as a fortress and as the residence of the Bishop, which still stands in an excllent state of preservation. [Part of the castle is seen to the left of our engraving] In A.D. 1093, the old church built by Aldun, was pulled down and the present magnificent edifice begun by Carilepho the Bishop. The foundation is said to have been laid by Malcolm, King of Scotland, on the 11th. August A.D. 1093, and must have been nearly finished, according to the original plan, thirty years afterwards, for at that time Bishop Flambard removed the remains of St. Cuthbert into the new church and erected a stately shrine, called the beretory, near the choir; this was formed with great elegance, of costly marble, lined and gilt, The present outward appearance of St. Cuthbert's tomb, is that of a plain square mass of masonry. The top is flat and of considerable extent, and there are to be seen, the footmarks of the many poor pilgrims who wended their way to the shrine of their beloved and far-famed saint. The footmarks we allude to, are, some two or three deep groves, or indentations, in the solid stone, caused, we understand, by the motion of the right foot when in the act of performing obeisance. During the time occupied by the construction of the Cathedral, the bishops and monks were led to consider that they had devoted so much attention to the building of a temple to immortalise their favourite and beneficent saint, that they had forgotten due homage to the Virgin Mary. To compensate for this, Bishop Pudsey erected a chapel to her honour, to which females might have free access for devotional purposes, as they were not allowed on any account to enter the Cathedral, because it was said that St. Cuthbert had a very strong antipathy to the fair sex. This chapel which stands at the west end of the Cathedral is called the Galilee. (It is seen to the right in our engraving.) In this chapel are deposited the bones of the venerable Bede, which were removed from Jarrow in the thirteenth or fourteenth century. Bede was, we believe, the first who translated a portion of the Holy Scriptures into the English language. Various additions were made to the Cathedral, by the successors of Carilepho, which extended over upwards of two hundred years, as it only attained its present noble appearance about the year 1300. The church as it now stands is a large, magnificent Gothic structure, five hundred feet long, and eighty in breadth, having a cross aisle in the middle, one hundred and ninety feet long; height of the nave seventy feet; height of the central tower two hundred and twelve feet. The whole building is arched, and supported by huge pillars, and is altogether a fine, yet singular admixture of Saxon and Norman architecture. On all sides of the Cathedral are buildings, both ancient and modern, but our limited space forbids more than the mere mentioning of the fact. Large sums of money are devoted annually to repairs, &c., which preserves "Another grocer in the street!" says Mr. Figgings, "the thing is quite out of the question; we are as thick as hops as it is, there's no room for another": the speaker altogether forgetting, or not choosing to remember, that six months before a friend had given him the same kind advice, which he, notwithstanding, had refused, and was then doing well in the grocery line. "The thing has been tried, Sir,” said Mr. Primer, the publisher; "a periodical of the kind you propose had better be given up at once, for it is impossible for it to answer; there is no room for such a thing. Periodicals, as it is, are far too numerous; like mushrooms, they are springing up every day." True it is that new periodicals are always appearing, but then others are always being abandoned; but this information Mr. Primer withheld, as not at all necessary to dwell upon. A man must push his way to get on in this world, for if he tarry till room is made for him by others he will wait long enough. "To talk of another line in that part of the country," said a rival railroad director, "is all a farce, for it would never pay its expenses. The one already completed answers every useful purpose; it would be folly to embark in such an unprofitable speculation." The omnibus passenger, the grocer, the publisher, and the railroad director, all set forth the same interested principle of serving themselves. "Thus selfish man regards his striving brother; All for himself, and nothing for another." No! there is no room for those whose company would abridge our comfort and advantages; such, at least, is the general feeling among mankind. "To climb the highest places is our plan, And keep down all beneath us when we can." Oh for more disinterestedness and Christian sympathy, that we may be "more kindly affectioned one to another, with brotherly love; in honour preferring another!" Selfishness finds a too ready entrance into every heart. When the good Samaritan found the poor man who had fallen among thieves, and bound up his wounds, pouring in oil and wine, and bringing him to an inn on his own beast, the innkeeper took him in, having formed, no doubt, a favourable opinion of the Samaritan's ability to pay; and in this opinion it seems he was right, for when on the morrow he departed he took out two pence, and gave them to the host, and said unto him, "Take care of him; and whatsoever thou spendest more, when I come again I will repay thee." Luke x. 35. These two-pences are marvellous things in unlocking the sympathies of the heart of man. When He, of whom the world was unworthy, was born and laid in a manger, there was no room for Him in the inn, a tolerably strong proof that those around Him were not travelling in state; no doubt, had their equipage been of a costly kind, room had somehow or other been made for them. What wondrous humility for the Lord of heaven and earth to occupy a manger! and what surpassing love to die upon the cross for sinful man! "The Lord of life, the Prince of peace, Oh for a heart of thousand strings To spread abroad his praise!" But if there is no room in those positions in which one man interferes with another's interests, blessed be God there is room enough in other places of much greater importance. Hundreds at the great day of account, will have cause enough to thank God that they were Sunday-school teachers, and thousands of scholars that they found room in a Sunday-school. May the number go on increasing till ignorance, and sin, and sorrow be done away, and the kingdoms of the world become, in very deed, the kingdoms of the Lord. There is room at a throne of grace. Undervalue not the privilege of prayer, for it is worth more than rubies. “Ask, and it shall be given you; seek, and ye shall find ; knock, and it shall be opened unto you." Luke xi. 9. "Offer unto God thanksgiving; and pay thy vows unto the Most High: and call upon me in the day of trouble; I will deliver thee, and thou shalt glorify me." Ps. 1. 14, 15. There is room in the house of God, for there are thousands of seats there every Lord's-day unoccupied. What a blot is this on the brow of an ungodly world! "O come, let us sing unto the Lord: let us make a joyful noise unto the rock of our salvation. Let us come before his presence with thanksgiving, and make a joyful noise unto Him with psalms. For the Lord is a great God, and a great King above all gods." Ps. xcv. 1—3. "Let every thing that hath breath praise the Lord." Ps. cl. 6. And, blessed be God, there is room enough in heaven. Room enough for the mighty and the mean. The lowliest backslider that ever put up a truly-penitent prayer to our heavenly Father, in the name of his son Jesus Christ, will find a ready entrance, and ample room, "Where sits on high the Lamb enthroned above, And saints adore in ecstacy and love." Cherubim and Seraphim will be there, and an angel host exceeding in number the grains of sand upon the salt seashore, but still there will be room. Spread the news abroad, ye teachers, that there is room in the Sundayschool, room at a throne of grace, room in the house of God, room in the mansions of eternal glory! " HAYDON AND THE DUKE OF WELLINGTON. HAYDON, the historic painter, although a man of decided genius, was, unfortunately, always involved in difficulties. His circumstances seem to have generated a disposition, or, at least, a habit of incessant application to his friends for assistance. His journal abounds with such entries as the following ;—“This day threatened with an execution. Note to the Duke of Devonshire ;""Arrested on a writ, note to Lord Egremont." The Duke of Wellington was favoured with some of the appeals, which, the unfortunate painter was incessantly making to parliament, and to each successive ministry on the subject of patronage to men of genius. His answer to the appeal on the subject of the Nelson Monument is extremely characteristic. He writes |