suggested to the Bishop the desirableness of his republishing, in a collected form, his various writings, and was answered thus:

Oct. 26, 1841.

Nearly all my publications have been occasioned by some temporary circumstances; and although the subjects have been highly important, they ought, perhaps, to have been treated more methodically if the works were intended for permanent use. Most of them, too, have a controversial character; and in some there are passages directed against individuals, which, although I still think them perfectly just, yet I do not wish to perpetuate them. These reasons have induced me to decline a proposal made some time ago by an eminent bookseller, to collect and re-edit them. The letters to Peel I should, perhaps, reprint, but for the strictures on Lord Bexley's financial doctrines. Those in answer to the Edinburgh Review I am restrained from publishing on the same account.

The theological works I believe I shall ere long re-edit, with some additions. The last-On Roman Catholic Errors -I consider the most valuable, and I believe it is nearly out of print. I have not mentioned my Academical Prælections, because I did not suppose your inquiry was directed towards them. It is an octavo volume, which has, I believe, a steady, but slow and limited demand. I hope, when I come to town, I may have an opportunity of conversing with you on these subjects, especially on those connected with the welfare of the diocese.

I must direct the particular attention of the reader to the valuable contribution of Sir Thomas Phillips, which closes my Memoir, and without

which the episcopal portion of it would be left very incomplete. The extracts from the Charges, above referred to, will be found in that paper, adding both interest and weight to the sentiments of one most competent, from his own turn of mind, to form a just estimate of his Diocesan's character.

To J. Hughes and P. B. Duncan, Esqs., my best thanks are due for their interesting communications; nor must I omit to express my obligations to Archdeacon Williams, and H. A. Bruce, Esq., for the matter which, towards the close, I have borrowed from their more able pens.

A complete list of the Bishop's publications is given at the end of this volume.

Cromhall, May 8th, 1851.

ERRATA.

Page 17, line 2 from bottom, for Lyson,' read 'Lysons.'

50, line 3, for '1814,' read '1813.'

64, for W. H. Tierney,' read 'W. H. Tinney.'

201, line 22, for Aberystwith,' read Aberystruth.' 346, line 1, for '1817,' read 1807.'

MEMOIR.

DWARD, eldest son of John Bradford Coples

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ton, rector of Offwell, in the county of Devon, was born at Offwell on the 2nd of February, 1776, and was educated by his father until he arrived at the age of fifteen. Of his early boyhood, no particular notices have been preserved; nor have I

any anecdotes to give of that precocity in intellect, which has sometimes proved not less fallacious as to future hopes than marvellous for the present: but with such allowance as a poet's words require, may say that he

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Undoubtedly

Was fashioned to much honour. From his cradle
He was a scholar, and a ripe and good one.

The sapling tree, gathering strength, 'occulto ævo,' was marked and transplanted at a very early age: for in 1791 we find Edward Copleston elected a scholar of C. C. C., Oxford; and in 1793 he appears as the successful candidate for the Latin Verse Prize; thus winning his first public honours, and, as it chanced, reciting his poem, amidst the splendours of an installation-that of the Duke of Portland, chancellor of the university. The letter

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in which he announced his success to his father has been preserved as a family relic, and is here given as a pleasing specimen of the artless and eager joy of the young scholar:

My dear Father,

I am happy to inform you that your expectations with regard to my getting the university prize are verified. This morning I received the enchanting news, and I have taken the earliest opportunity of imparting it to you. Indeed, one of the greatest sources of pleasure to me from so distinguished an honour, is the thought of the satisfaction you will feel, as well as all the family. I have just been to Mr. Crowe, the public orator, who has paid me the most flattering compliments. I know you will excuse this slovenly and short letter, and impute it to the flurry of my spirits, which you will easily believe are rather agitated at so unexpected an event; and indeed it almost appears to me like a dream. I am so impatient that you should be informed of this, that I almost fancy every line I write retards your seeing my letter. And I am convinced no other intelligence after this can be any ways interesting to you. I will write again in a day or two, and be more particular; at present, I can only add my duty and kindest love to my mother, love to my brothers and sisters,

And I am, my dear Father,

Your ever dutiful and affectionate son,

E. COPLESTON.

A MS. book, containing this prize poemMarius in Tugurio ruinarum Carthaginiensiumtogether with some other college exercises of no slight merit, now lies before me. Nor is it trivial to remark upon the extreme neatness and beauty of the writing, because, when this manner is uni