Soft heaps of snow, yielding, and fit to bear
Her faded figure. I observed her well:
Her brow was fair, but _very_ pale, and look'd
Like stainless marble; a touch methought would soil
Its whiteness. O'er her temple one blue vein
Ran like a tendril; one through her shadowy hand
Branch'd like the fibre of a leaf--away.
Her mouth was tremulous, and her cheek wore then
A flush of beautiful vermilion,
But more like art than nature; and her eye
Spoke as became the youthful Magdalen,
Dying and broken-hearted."

G.J. DE WILDE.

_Dodd's Church History_ (Vol. ii., p. 347).--G.R., who is good enough to
speak of my edition of this work in a very flattering manner, presumes, and
not unnaturally, from the lengthened period which has elapsed since the
appearance of the last, or fifth volume, that its continuation "has for
some reason or other been abandoned." I am glad, however, to inform him
that such is not the case. Health, and other uncontrollable circumstances,
have unfortunately interfered to impede the progress of the work; but that
it is not abandoned, I hope, ere long, to give to him and to the public a
practical evidence.

M.A. TIERNEY.

Arundel, Nov. 1850.

_Blackwall Docks_ (Vol. i., pp. 141. 220.).--These, in Pepys' time,