o often by
the world, Mr. Bellew says, 'My experience of life, and the more I read
from all history, sacred and profane, modern and ancient, is this--the
veritable heroes of humanity have generally been decorated with the
epithets of popular insult.' This is a little too much in the mouthing
vein, and reminds us of the singular encomium on Mr. Bellew in the
_Morning Herald_, to the effect that our preacher 'unveils the plan of
salvation in the most _graceful_ and _attractive_ manner'--as if Mr.
Bellew was a Madame Mantilini, and the plan of salvation was the last new
fashion. Perhaps for this singular criticism Mr. Bellew is in some part
accountable. Our readers may have seen a caricature of two popular
preachers, under the title of Brimstone and Treacle. Brimstone is
supposed to represent the youthful hero of the Surrey Music Hall: the
pulpit Adonis, curled and scented and lack-a-daisical, called Treacle, is
supposed, though very wrongly, for Mr. Bellew is no man-milliner, to
typify the subject of this sketch. In spite of grey hair and sallow
cheeks, Mr. Bellew has somewhat too much the appearance of a lady's man,
and his Christianity is evidently that which will do credit to the best
society; nor is this to be wondered at. Has he not an uncle a Bishop,
and has he not the _elite_ of the _beau-monde_ to hear him?

THE REV. THOMAS DALE, M.A.

In the good old times, before the Reform Bill was carried and the
Constitution destroyed, at a period long prior to the introduction of
cheap 'busses and penny steamers and the new police, stood an old church
in the north of London, in which the parishioners of St. Pancras were
accustomed to meet for public worship. In spite of its unadorned
appearance, it was a venerable pile. According to some, it was the last
church in England where the bell tolled for mass, and in which any rites
of the Roman Catholic religion were celebrated. In its burying-ground
twenty generations now sleep the sleep of death. Grimaldi the clown,
Woollet the engraver, William Godwin, Mary Wolstonecraft, Walker,
immortalized by his Pronouncing Dictionary, Woodhead, the reputed author
of the 'Whole Duty of Man,' Jeremy Collier, the writer against stage
plays and the successful combatant of Dryden, Ned Ward, author of the
'London Spy,' Theobald, the hero of the early editions of the 'Dunciad'
and the editor of 'Shakspeare,' Boswell's friend, the Corsican Paoli,
here await the resurrection morn. W