the
National League, and the secretary bears testimony to his unfailing
interest in the good work, to his thorough sympathy and hearty
cooeperation in all efforts to mitigate the evils of intemperance. No
member of the League devoted more earnest zeal and self-sacrificing
labor to promote the reforms initiated by the League. He was a member of
the Public School Association, and a postal-card invitation to a meeting
of that Association, on Saturday last, bore his name in connection with
that of the Rev. Edward Everett Hale and several other gentlemen.

On Wednesday last Mr. Webster was out. On that evening he was feeling a
little ill, and postponed engagements which he had made for Thursday. He
supposed his illness only temporary, and expected to be out on Friday
and again on Saturday. When his family retired Saturday night they bade
him good-night, and he told them that he felt better. At three o'clock
in the morning they were awakened, and, hurrying to his room, found that
he apparently had difficulty about breathing, and in a few minutes he
passed quietly away without speaking. Mr. Webster was a member of the
New or Swedenborgian Church, and held to that faith very strongly. He
was a believer that departed spirits still hover about their friends and
assist them in the good which they are endeavoring to accomplish. If
such be the case, many a good cause in Boston to-day is being helped by
his presence, although he is gone from us forever.

IN OLDEN TIMES.

In Wickford, Rhode Island, is what is claimed to be the oldest Episcopal
church in America. It was built in 1707, and was once stolen and
transported a distance of seven miles. It was originally built on what
was then called McSparren Hill, but in the course of seventy-five years
the population had changed so that most of the worshippers came from
Wickford, seven miles away. The proposition to remove the church was
first made at a vestry meeting, but was so bitterly opposed by the few
members who yet remained on McSparren Hill that the Wickford faction
resolved on a _coup d'etat_. The road from where the church stood to
Wickford was all down hill. They mustered their forces one evening,
collected all the oxen in the vicinity, placed the house on wheels, and,
while the opposing faction were soundly sleeping in their beds, hauled
the holy edifice to the spot where it now stands, and where it has since
remained. As it was utterly impossible to move the house