supplemented by benediction, pronounced by a young man who shut his eyes, stretched his hands a quarter of a yard out of his coat sleeves, and in a most inspired and bishoply style, delivered the requisite blessing.  Hand-shaking, in which we found it necessary to join, supervened, and then there was a general disappearance.  The whole of the speakers at this meeting—­which may be taken as a fair sample of the gatherings—­were illiterate people, individuals with much zeal and little education; and the manner in which they crucified sentences, and maltreated the general principles of logic and common-sense, was really disheartening.  They are very earnest folk; we also believe they are honest; but, after all, they are “gone coons,” beyond the reach of both physic and argument.  We knew none of the Mormons who attended the meeting described, and singular to say the proprietor of the establishment wherein they assembled had no knowledge of either their names or places of abode.  They pay him his rent regularly, and he deems that enough.  All that we really know of the sect is, that their chairman is either a mechanic or a blacksmith somewhere, is plain, muscular, solemn looking, bass-voiced, and dreamy; and that his flock are a small, earnest, and preciously-fashioned parcel of sincere, yet deluded, enthusiasts.

ST. WALBURGE’S CATHOLIC CHURCH.

This is a church in charge of the Jesuits, and by them and it we are reminded of what may fairly be termed the great leg question.  The order of Jesuits, as we lately remarked, was originated by a damaged leg; and St. Walburge’s church, Preston, owes its existence to the cure of one.  Excellent, O legs!  Tradition hath it that once upon a time—­about 1160 years ago—­a certain West Saxon King had a daughter born unto him, whose name was Walburge; that she went into Germany with two of her brothers, became abbess of a convent there, did marvellous things, was a wonder in her way, couldn’t be bitten by dogs—­they, used to snatch half a yard off and then run, that she died on the 25th February, 778, that her relics were transferred, on the 12th October following, to Eichstadt, at which place a convent was built to her memory, that the said relics were put into a bronze shrine, which was placed upon a table of marble, in the convent chapel; that every year since then, between the 12th of October and the 25th of February, the marble upon which the shrine is placed has “perspired” a liquid which is collected below in a vase of silver; and that this liquid, which is called “St. Walburge’s oil,” will cure, by its application, all manner of physical ailments.  This is the end of our first lesson concerning St. Walburge and the wonderful oil.  The second lesson runneth thus:- About five and twenty years ago there lived, as housemaid at St. Wilfrid’s presbytery, in this town, one Alice Holderness.  She was a comely woman and pious; but she fell one day on some steps leading to