"GENEVA, August 13th.

"I expect to be on my way home before you get this, but you wish to hear often, so I write. Thursday night staid at Mr. Anthon's-taverns all full. Friday morning at four started in the stage. Had a fatiguing but healthy ride seventy-five miles. Saw the Oneida Indians on the way— several fine churches. I gave the Indian children some books with pictures. Some very beautiful villages—one of them like Roxberry. This morning I came to this place. Poor aunt Mann was quite overcome on seeing me. Sarah well-their love to you. Much pleased with your presents. Monday I leave here.

"It is not certain what day I shall be home, but I wish some one engaged to supply the Church to prevent any mistake." -"You, I know, will take good care of the children. I hope to come home much improved. I trust the Lord will bless you all. A few days after you get this, you may expect to see me. If they will procure some one to supply the Church to-morrow week, I shall be content."

"GENEVA, Monday morning, 15th August.

"The last letter I wrote was Saturday. Yesterday morning and night, I preached here. Mr. Norton, a young Virginian, preached in the afternoon. The country is truly a most delightful one. The Seneca Indians once lived in it, and the orchards they planted are still standing. I saw also a mound of earth, under which their ancestors are buried. The country has been settled by New-Englanders, and truly the towns appear quite as well as they do in Connecticut or Massachusetts.

"Yesterday morn, I preached to the people about training up their children for God.

"I am now within a short distance of some of the greatest curiosities in the world, and as it will take but two or three days, and never may I be here again, 'tis my duty

to visit them. Day after to-morrow afternoon I expect to set out for home. A little more than a week will take me home. You know I have to stop by the way. I am very desirous to be at home, and you may be sure shall lose no time. The next week, I trust, will bring me there. Tell the little ones I have got some curiosities to show them. Mr. B. has given me an Indian arrow.

"Your's, ever,

Love to all.

B. A."

My brother, after he returned home, wrote to me, giving some further account of his northern tour. I add the following

“PHILADELPHIA, September 10th, 1825.

"Dear Thomas:-A week or two ago, I returned from New-York. My time spent in Hudson was very short, for my object was exercise. Went to Whitesborough. Aunt Mann was at Geneva. I went there and found myself within so short a distance of Canada and Niagara, I felt it my duty to go; especially as I might never be so near again. The situation of Geneva is delightful: just on the shore of the Lake. Beautiful indeed is that whole country -a perfect garden. Villages, towns, churches, &c. spring

ing up in every direction. On the canal it is pleasant, as

well as very cheap travelling, three and a half cents a mile, fare included, stage about as cheap. Was at Buffalo the day after leaving Geneva-then to His Majesty's dominions, to the Falls, battle-ground, Brook's monument, &c. Was only a few hours there. Started home by the way of Lewistown, the Ridge Road to Rochester—a perfect wonder, for it has grown almost a city in twelve years; 'tis at Genesee Falls. Beautiful church, more beautiful than any I ever saw, in a country town, and I had almost said in the cities. Preached at Whitesborough, Utica, and Geneva. Twenty-five dollars will pay all expenses from Philadelphia to Niagara.

"You will receive with this, prospectus of the Homilies, a beautiful edition, designed to make them accessible to all. Specimens are not yet ready. Write me what you and your's can do in it. The Lord bless you, and keep you; the Lord make his face to shine upon you, and be gracious unto you, and all your's.

"Love-truly your's,

B. A."

My brother in passing through a country was not an idle spectator, but he endeavoured to ingraft into his plans of usefulness, the changing scenery and incidents of the day. Thus in his late tour, his mind and heart were at work, and shortly after his return home, he presented the world with another volume of one hundred and eighty-eight pages, which, in a measure, grew out of this tour and part of its imagery is borrowed from the country through which he travelled. It has this title

"The Parent's Counsellor, or the Danger of Moroseness, a Narrative of the Newton Family."

Relative to this volume, he wrote to me

"October 26th, 1825.

"A little work for parents is publishing by Bacon, of which four hundred are to be given me for privilege of printing two thousand. 'Tis founded partly on my tour last summer. B. ALLEN.”

The object of this volume was, to show in strong colours, the pernicious influence of excessive severity on the one hand, and on the other, injudicous indulgence, as exercised by parents towards their children. The pious and judicious parent is then brought forward in happy contrast, rearing up his children in the nurture and admonition of the Lord, rejoicing in their pursuing the paths of holy pleasantness, the ways of humble piety.

About the same time, my brother published a short narrative of Dr. Pilmore, his predecessor in St. Paul's Church.

When the election of an assistant Bishop for the diocess of Pennsylvania was proposed, my brother participated in the general excitement. So important, in his estimation, was this movement to the vital interests of the Church, that his whole soul was enlisted. But, from the following testimony, his undeviating course of duty, which was pursued with an apostle's zeal, was attended with the` spirit of a Christian.

After Bishop White had issued his call for the Special Convention of October 25th, 1826, which was "to take into consideration the expediency of electing an Assistant Bishop," my brother wrote to me

"September, 1826.

"Dear Thomas :-You enjoy your association, I hope, and will find great benefit. We, here, are in a crisis of the greatest importance-summoned unexpectedly to the elec. tion of a Bishop. We ask the prayers of all. We hope, six o'clock, on Sabbath morn, will by you and all who are willing to pray, be made a time of special prayer for us, and that we may not be forgotten at other times. I ask it of all. May the brethren remember us at this time. We hope for much. The Lord can do greatly. Our waiting eyes are unto Him. May we have grace to look to him aright. The time, 25th October. We look to the Lord alone for help. He is our trust. Our candidate is Mr. Meade, of Virginia."

He again writes-" September 26th. Pray fo us in the matter of Bishop Meade."

At the Special Convention, the subject was far from being laid at rest. But at the next Annual Convention, held in Harrisburg, in May, 1827, an election was effected, contrary to the views and feelings of my brother. I am, however, happy in being enabled to present so excellent a spirit as was unfolded in his correspondence with his wife

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on this occasion. Though the letters from which the following is extracted, are without date as to year, yet they no doubt have reference to the above mentioned occasion.

"Dear Harriot :-I got safe to Harrisburg the evening I left."

"We scarce know how affairs are to end. The Saviour directs. We put trust in the Lord. Your affectionate husband."

"Well-1 o'clock, Tuesday. Many, very many are arriving. The Convention is likely to be large."

After the election he again writes

"Dear H.-As brother Eldred and myself go in his dearborn, we shall get down probably Tuesday. We have not succeeded as we wished. The Lord, however, knows what is best. We should rejoice, therefore, at all that has happened."

"The friends in the Church must not think any thing has gone wrong. We know not what is best so well as God does. I try to praise for every thing. You are, I hope, well, and the children.

"Mr. Bausman preaches Sunday.

Friday morning, Harrisburg."

I also add the following

"Saturday, noon.

"Dear H.-J more and more rejoice to think God does his will; even though he does not all we wish him to do, he doeth every thing for the best.

"I spent the last night with brother Boyd and Eldred, at Mr. William Coleman's Ironworks; after breakfast o-day, left Mr. William C., and dine with Mr. James Coleman. To-night, get to Churchtown, and preach there to-morrow. It is one of brother Bull's congrega.