as was done by John Calvin, who would tolerate nothing else in the church of Geneva. To act thus is to root up the wheat with the tares, and, fixing on what was worthy of censure in the old choral music, to pass by altogether much of the excellence which it contained. Thus such a course, if adhered to from the apostolic ages, would have had the effect of making the Church rest satisfied with the primitive single chant of the Ambrosian and Gregorian order; instead of which double chants have been introduced, which render the service more attractive by being more capable of sustaining the attention.

It seems to be the most judicious course, upon the whole, that we should fully recognize each of the three subdivisions of ecclesiastical music, and allow them their sway in their own respective spheres. And this is what virtually takes place. We have our cathedrals, where the choral method is in use; and our churches, where parochial psalmody prevails, common to both being the use of the organ. In the former case the organ is indispensable, and in the latter it cannot be omitted without rendering congregational singing so uneven, undecided, and discordant, as to create astonishment how any sect could, in all sobriety of judgment, banish the organ from public worship. Occasionally these two methods may be employed in combination, as sometimes takes place in the Temple Church, London. Their being kept distinct, however, is the safest course. It is thus that a greater degree of efficiency will be imparted to music, both cathedral and parochial. Nor can the importance of this be over-estimated. Music must be regarded as an adjunct, and a very important one, to divine service, as being a means of rousing and sustaining our social tendencies, and those finer feelings of the soul, both of which come so eminently into play during the public worship of the Church.

THE WEB.

THE silk the silkworm yields, The sheep supplies the wool, The flax is in the fields,

The cotton pods are full;

And to and fro

The shuttles go,
A certain task to do.

The mine gives up its brass,
Its gold and silver ore;
The glistening threads of glass
Are found upon the shore;
And to and fro

The shuttles go,
A certain task to do.

A certain task to do,
To weave a tissue fine,
As well for me and you,
As One who is divine,

That to and fro

The shuttles go,

A certain task to do.

For One who is divine,

And o'er the web doth bend,

And watcheth every line,

And whitherward it tend,

As to and fro

The shuttles go,

A certain task to do.

Anon a thread of glass

The tissue doth receive;

Anon the gold or brass

The restless shuttles weave;

As to and fro

They ever go,

A certain task to do.

But mark how 'tis the sheep,
And weeds that grow afield,
And e'en the things that creep,
The tissue's staple yield.
As to and fro

The shuttles go,
A certain task to do;

'Tis woven with a plan,

A pattern and design;
Oh! shallow, shallow man,

To fret, and fume, and whine,
As to and fro

The shuttles go,

A certain task to do.

'Tis woven with a plan,

Can web be wove without?
Oh! shallow, shallow man,
So plain a thing to doubt,
As to and fro

The shuttles go,
A certain task to do.

'Tis woven with a plan,

But what that plan may be There's none shall know, O man,

Unless he mount to see,

As to and fro

The shuttles go,

A certain task to do.