cation, they were much affected-their eagerness in listening was very great. "They sang, at my request, after I had closed, the twentythird Psalm-during which, as another family service awaited me at the hall of my friend, I departed. The sound of their voices dying away in the distance was most sweet: and, as I rode over the beautiful hills of Westmoreland, the sun shining upon the romantic scene, I felt as I have seldom before felt. The Gospel is the same in all lands, and we can never be sufficiently thankful. It ap "Arrived at the hall, another scene awaited me. pears that the gentleman with whom I sojourn, is in the excellent habit of allowing his poor neighbours to mingle with his family around his domestic altar, every Sunday evening. Aged men, women, &c. were seen going to the mansion, and soon a considerable assemblage awaited me. The exhortation I gave was not very long: they sang twice; and after prayer dispersed. This opportunity constantly afforded of hearing the Scriptures along with the family of the rich, is calculated to create strong bonds of attachment between them and the poor. "The owner of this mansion was a student at Cambridge, and one of those converted through the instrumentality of Simeon. He is a particular friend of Wilberforce and has long been in this neighbourhood the patron of all that is good. "He has three sons in the ministry; the eldest is Rector of the Church we attended in the morning. He preaches in a very faithful, useful manner, without the use of notes, and is a great favourite with multitudes. His Monthly Magazines, entitled the Friendly Visitor, and the Children's Friend, issued at one penny each, afford him a great opportunity of doing good. Between twenty and thirty thousand of the former are issued every month. Sunday schools, Bible and Missionary Societies, and every other good work, occupy his attention. His first attempt at establishing a charity school was for female servants. Poor persons are permitted to send their little girls to this school on paying a very small sum; and while, above all, their spiritual interests are attended to, they are taught every thing necessary for them to know as domestic servants. "Institutions for doing good abound very much in this land, and increase in number every year. Such a man as the Rev. W. C. Wilson will not suffer them to diminish in this neighbourhood. Whatsoever his hand finds to do, he does with all his might-and his hand is sure to find something. "I am really so much improved in health by the tour I am taking, I sometimes begin to query whether I ought not to go home and go to work; but too sudden a return would bring my complaints back again, and prevent permanent benefit. The Lord be praised for all his mercies! A prospect of returning health cheers me with the hope of once more actively engaging in promoting his cause. I feel, however, that I cannot yet preach. My side, though better, admonishes me that I must be careful, and that I must be contented to be doing comparatively nothing. I glorify God for the privilege of going to the anniversaries of Bible and other societies; and thus not being entirely idle. Travelling and addressing a body of Bible friends suits exactly.-Oh, indeed, goodness and mercy have followed me all the days of my life! My dear family—if I had them along-to be thus far separated is dreadful to me : -but the Lord has wise designs in it. His Spirit refreshes my soul-He is gracious and all sufficient. "The Lord our pasture shall prepare; Tho' in the vale of death we tread, Thy bounty shall our pains beguile, "The Lord be praised. "Monday, at nine o'clock, started in the barouche, along with Rev. A. Brandram, Rev. W. C. W. and his father, on the way to the considerable town of Kendall. Along the road we saw interesting scenes, reminding me of the hills and dales of America. There is a high degree of cultivation manifest in the vales, but much barrenness on the mountains; indeed this is by no means the most fertile part of England. There stands upon a hill near Kendall the remains of a castle in which was born Henry the Eighth's wife, Catharine Parr. We were surrounded by hills on every side, approaching as we were a mountainous country. The appearance of Kendall is interesting at a distance, and it was to us pleasant in a variety of respects. The utmost degree of hospitality was extended to us by some members of the society of Friends, more especially: at the indeed friendly dwelling of a Quaker we took up our abode. He was a relative of Anna Braithwaite, several of whose connexions, and one of whose children, we saw. The first Bible-meeting at Kendall was held in the TownHall, our valued host, Mr. W., in the chair. During this meeting, I heard it stated, that at the two last assizes for the county of Westmoreland, not a single criminal case occurred. After the meeting, we dined with several Quaker and other friends, at the house of an officer of the Kendall Society, and in the evening repaired to a second meeting at Friends' meeting-house. This was a peculiarly large and delightful assemblage. Tuesday, proceeded with the Secretary of the B. and F. B. S., the Rev. W. C. W., and some other friends, in a barouche to Ambleside. This place is at the head of lake Windermere; and in our way we coursed along almost the whole of that beautiful lake. To an eye accustomed to viewing American waters, Windermere does not seem so important as to the inhabitants of England it is in reality. Its length is about thirteen miles : its average width scarcely a mile so that some may readily mistake it for a broad river. It reminded me of the Susquehannah near Harrisburg; the mountains that appear at a distance and indeed appoach near the shore of the lake, from their very rough and craggy appearance, are in a high degree picturesque. The sheet of water is smooth : and on its banks smile cultivated scenes, in which rural quiet would seem eminently to abide. We passed the dwelling of Professor Wilson, author of the Isle of Palms: also the seat of the late Bishop Watson; who, though his diocess was Llandaff, dwelt on the banks of Windermere. The poet Wodsworth lives within a mile of Ambleside. We went to Ambleside, not to seek for natural beauties, though doubtless we enjoyed quite as much as the despisers of the Bible, but to organize a Bible Association. This done, we ordered our jaunting car to ascend a neighbouring mountain by the high road, while we took a nearer path for the purpose of seeing a beautiful cascade. This consists of two small streams of water, which uniting in one, descend into a wild romantic glen. The height of the cascade is about fifty feet. On our way from the cascade to the road, on the summit of the mountain, a woman who dwelt at a farm-house, told us she was without a Bible; and a girl of sixteen informed us she could not read. Would that the romantic poets in this neighbourhood thought of removing the ignorance and supplying the : spiritual wants of those, in their own immediate vicinity! Arrived at the top of Kirkstone, a bare and lofty mountain, we beheld a sublime spectacle. The mountains of Cumberland: the adjacent ranges of Westmoreland: Windermere sleeping at our feet, with the little lake called Esthwaite adjoining the rays of a bright sun enlivening the wild scene; all combined in forming a view worth much labour to enjoy. Almost the whole of the mountains in this region have, to my eye, the great peculiarity of being destitute of wood. Heath and fern cover them; and they present an aspect of barrenness. However, we are told that they furnish fine pasturage for sheep; and many flocks, with now and then a shepherd and his dog, were seen. The sides and summits of the mountains, in very many instances, are destitute of enclosure. They form a common pasturage. I was struck with the exceedingly rough and broken appearance of some of the hills near Windermere. They are not naked cliffs; but, like large masses of iron ore, covered with heath. This ruggedness forms a very interesting feature in the landscape. The vales between the mountains presented cultivated spots peculiarly sweet in their appearance. The little lakes slumbering in those vales form a perfect contrast to the wild magnificence of the mountains themselves. Brotherswater, a very little lake of this character, is at the foot of Kirkstone. At Patterdale, a little farther on, we arrived at Ulswater, another lake; on this lake it was our intention to travel in a boat until we reached the opposite end, and thus proceed upon our journey to the next Bible-meeting. After we had ordered our boat, however, we were surprised by the appearance of heavy clouds rolling down the pass of Kirkstone, through which we had just travelled. A storm of rain, with the reverberation of thunder, made us resign our boat for a post-chaise. Our road lay along the margin of the lake, and a most delightful ride we had. On the |