The formidable fighting resources of England’s navy are de bnqland’s moustrated by the marvel naval- lous celerity with which resources, its recent mobilisation was carried out. The Odessa correspondent of tho Daily News cables that in Russia the greatest admiration has been aroused. Even those Anglophobe journals which were inclined to support Germany a week or two ago, and professed to commiserate England on the climbing down policy to which sho was supposed to bo condemned, now express their admira tion, albeit grudgingly, of tho British navy and the rapidity with which it can be brought into line of battle. A Southern journal describes the “extraordinary ex peditious massing” of tho British Chan nel Squadrons as “ a lesson to all the navies of the world, but one which no other navy can ever hop© to emulate.” Paragraphs which have appeared in the Westminster Gazette on humours of “ Some Humours of Old church Church Psalmody” have re- PSALMony, minded a correspondent of some very ridiculous situa tions caused by the fugue tunes which were popular a generation or two ago. The case in which the line “And bow'before the Lord ” was sung with a “ bow-wow-wow and mow-wow-wow ” can easily be capped. One line of a hymn ran (if I remember aright), “And catch tho fleeting hour.” It used to bo sung to one tune thus: “ And catch the flee-, and catch the flee-, and catch the fleeting hour!” It was impos sible to refrain from smiling when, in the singing of the line “Wo seek a mansion in tho skies,” certain elderly spinsters again and again declared with emphasis, “Wo seek a man-, we seek a man.” Quite the most excrutiatingly funny performance of this kind dates back to a period beyond my recollection, but a relative who often took part in it vouches for the accuracy of what I say. Fifty or sixty years ago, in a pro vincial Baptist chapel, a hymn used to be sung in which the following verse occurs: — Yo finny monsters of tho deep, Your Maker’s praises shout; Yo oodlins from the sandbanks leap And wag your tails about.
