was elaborated and finished.  The three priests now at St. Walburge’s are Fathers J. Johnson (principal), Payne, and Papall.  Father Johnson, who has been at the church about fourteen months, is a spare, long-headed, warm-hearted, unostentatious man.  He is between 50 and 60 years of age; has a practical, weather-beaten, shrewd look; would be bad to “take in;” has much latent force; is a kindly, fatherly preacher; is dry in humour till drawn out, and then can be very genial; is a sharp man, mentally and executively; has been provincial of the Jesuits and rector of Stonyhurst College; knows what’s what, and knows that he knows it; is determined, but can be melted down; seems cold and sly, but has a kind spirit and an honest tongue in his bead; and is the right man for his position.

Father Payne has been at St. Walburge’s about four years.  He has passed 40 summers in single blessedness, and says he intends to “last it out.”  His preaching is serious and earnest in style.  His eloquence may not be so captivating as that of some men; but it comes up freely, and involves utterances of import.  Father Payne has not much action, but he has a good voice; he lifts his arms slowly and regularly, leans forward somewhat, occasionally seizes both his hands and shakes them a little; but beyond this there is not much motion observable in him.  He has a keen, discreet sense of things, and, like the rest of his order, can see a long way.  In private life—­that is to say when he is out of the pulpit and off general duty—­he is an affable, clear, merry, brisk-talking little gentleman, fond of a good joke, a blithe chat, and a hearty laugh.  He is a pleasant Payne when in company, and if you knew him you would say so.  The last Daniel who cometh up to judgment is Father Papall—­the very embodiment of vivaciousness, linguistic activity, and dignity in a nut shell.  Dark-haired, sharp-eyed, spectacled; diminutive, warm-blooded, he is about the most animated priest we know of.  He has English and Italian blood in his veins, and that vascular mixture works him up beautifully.  No man could stand such an amalgam without being determined, volatile, practical, and at times dreamy; and you have all these qualities developed in Father Papall.  He is 40 years of age, and has seen more foreign life than many priests.  He has been in Italy, where he resided for years, in Holland, Belgium, Germany, France, America, &c.; and he has been at St. Walburge’s in this town, for 14 months.  He is all animation when conversing with you; and in the pulpit he talks from head to foot—­ stirs all over, fights much with his sleeves, moves his arms, and hands, and fingers as if under some hot spell of galvanism, and fairly gets his “four feet” into the general subject, and revels with a delicious activity in it at intervals.  He is an earnest preacher, has good intellectual constructiveness, and if he had not to battle so much with our English idioms and curious modes of pronunciation he would be a very