t there
is good hope of an honorable birth for the yet unborn Tower.

THE BURNT OFFERING A SEQUEL TO 'THE LEPER WINDOWS'

['The Headman made it generally known that he expected all the
men, both Christian and heathen, to subscribe to the funds. One
man refused to give anything, and was taken before the Magistrate
in consequence.' Extract from a South African Church paper,
December 22, 1910.]

The transepts had been built and blessed, the five leper windows
were no longer over-crowded. Xanthos and Melanthos, gods of the
fair and the swart skins, had in a measure met together, and in a
sense kissed each other. Much remained to be achieved in the
matter of mutual good understanding, and much more again in the
supercession of these tribal deities by a Greater.

On the other hand, something had been done to teach the devotees
of Xanthos toleration and a spirit of alms. The Bishop now turned
his attention towards Melanthos more particularly what could he
do to ennoble the aims and methods of his clients? He had made a
journey to England and back not long before the blessing of the
transepts. He regretted leaving his flock at the time. Yet
certain observations he had made just ere he started gave him
much food for thought on the voyage. And when he was home in the
old country he was glad to find time and occasion to observe
afresh, supplementing Africa by Europe, intuitions by research.

The Rev. Charles Topready, a keen missionary, had asked him to
visit him the week before he went homewards. It was the season
when that countryside threshed out its millet-grain in a revel
of rhythmic labor. The Bishop delighted in some of those airs
that the sticks beat time to. He was greedy of fantastic
interpretations as he wrote their voweled refrains down in a
note-book.

'We may have a Harvest Thanksgiving in church, may we not, this
coming Sunday?' he said.

Now Harvest Thanksgivings were as red rags to Topready. 'Why
should we bind upon Africa a burden that irks England?' he
groaned. 'Surely it is a mercy that we can start afresh on the
veld with no tradition of a Feast of Pumpkins.'

The Bishop smiled and smoked and argued by the hour. His point
was that festivals of the soil were serviceable for sons of
the soil. That agricultural festivals were serviceable for
husbandmen, pastoral feasts for shepherds and goat-herds, hunting
commemorations like that of Saint Hubert, for those who hunted.
His knowledge of Gr