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opposite shore, we saw the abode of Thomas Clarkson. We passed through the grounds, and by a hunting seat of the Duke of Norfolk. On the Westmoreland shore, a rela. tion of our friend W. has some rein deer. Common deer were seen by us near the Duke of Norfolk's seat. Having traversed the whole length of the lake, ten miles, we struck off from the head of it, for the town of Penrith, in Cumberland. There we passed the night. In the morning, another chaise conveyed us to Appleby, the county town of Westmoreland. As we rode on, we passed the remains of two castles. At Appleby, we ascended Cæsar's tower, part of the castle of the Earl of Thanet. We saw also, in the castle, sundry portraits of the Countess of Pembroke, who founded a hospital for poor widows; and was otherwise a benefactress to the neighbourhood; as well as, in many respects, a superior woman ; also a suit of ancient armour, the helmet of which I put on. The walk through the principal avenue, as it may be called, of Appleby, and through the grove of oaks leading to the castle, is exceedingly fine. I enjoyed it much : as also the wild and picturesque view from the summit of Cæsar's tower. This town is the pleasantest for residence I have seen in Westmoreland. Three of the Friends' from Kendall met us at Appleby. We were most hospitably welcomed by another Friend resident in A., who is actively engaged in promoting the Bible Society. The Vicar, a nephew of the late Milner's, author of Church History, presided at the Bible-meeting, and a niece of the same Milner's attended it. Part of our number dined at the Vicarage ; and we then proceeded with our Kendall 'Friends' to Brough, eight miles distant. There, in the evening, we addressed a body of people in the Methodist meeting-house; and after their offerings to the Bible Society had been received by the officer of an association in the neighbourhood, and had expressed great thankfulness, we departed to Kirby Stephen, a short dis.
tance, on our return, where the night was passed comfortably. Brough was the last of the places we proposed to visit. At Brough, therefore, the Secretary took a nightcoach for London. Preferring more easy stages, I placed myself under the care of Brother W. and our Kendall friends.
“ Thursday, we rode twenty-four miles to the house of our friends across mountain and moor,' though along a very good road.
Scenes similar to those of the preceding days presented themselves. Half of Westmoreland appears to be mountain, the remainder beautiful vales or cultivated hill-side ; and now, May 31, having been perforce stopped by my kind Westmoreland friends, the Mr. W.'s, I enjoy every comfort the body can desire, accompanied by elegant Christian hospitality in the midst of some of the most exquisitely beautiful scenery in the world. Here I am literally constrained to remain and refresh my mind and body, and if I do not recover health here, I know where it can be recovered. Truly, goodness and mercy follow me still. The Lord be praised."
The Magazine of October gave this intelligence
“ It is with pain we are constrained to inform our readers, that the interesting Diary of our absent friend and brother is interrupted by his indisposition. But we rejoice in the intelligence that goodness and mercy still attend him. In a strange land-affliction pressing hard upon him-our Heavenly Parent has caused to spring up all around him the kindest soothings of friendship, and the most abundant displays of pure Christian benevolence. May God, of his infinite mercy, reward those friends with the smile of his approving love here, and hereafter may they be received by the judge of quick and dead, with Well done, good and faithful servants, as ye have done this to one of the least of my brethren, ye have done it unto me ; enter thou into the joy of thy Lord.' Amen."
THE CLOSE OF HIS JOURNAL, WHICH HAS NEVER BEFORE
It is with increased satisfaction that I am permitted to present the following as the concluding part of my brother's Journal
NEW SERIES. “ June, 1828.–After closing the interesting and healthy ride as a representative of the British and Foreign Bible Society, my courteous Christian friends at Whittington, and elsewhere in the vale of Loon, constrained my continuance among them. In the reception of every kind attention, amid scenery of remarkable loveliness, and in the enjoy. ment of pious society, I passed the days with great satisfaction. I experienced no want, save of my dear family's presence : and my health improved.
“Sunday 1st, and Sunday 8th of June, heard friend W., Rector of W., in the morning. He preached extempore to a congregation quite large. The Sunday-schools of his Church, promising. He takes the first class and teaches himself. The 'Squire of the parish takes the second class, though the latter is now absent as a member of Parliament. There are other Sunday-schools taught in the neighbour: ing villages, by the relatives of the Rector of W. I attended at one of these, during the afternoon of each of the Sundays named. At seven o'clock, on each of these
days, addressed a word of exhortation to the servants and neighbouring cottagers gathered together, according to custom, in the hall of the kind host who is my Gaius. How grace sanctifies every thing, and makes every country pleasant. The happiest hours, I know, are spent with my Bible and in religious exercises. In these, I find my spirit refreshed. I find that God is the same every where.
« The school for the daughters of clergymen, established by my friend W., being in my neighbourhood, I gratified my own feelings in complying with his request to introduce a Bible-class among them. In a visit of a day or two, which I paid to the school, I gave the superintendent a complete view of the Bible-class system; saw a class of about twenty-five pupils formed, and was otherwise very much gratified. The Rector of W.’s wife also would not rest content without some information concerning the plans of teaching. Her object was to improve the opportunity, by using these plans, not only with her own children, but also with a school for poor girls, taught under the direction of her husband.
“Shut-out from preaching, I am very thankful for the privilege of doing a little to advance the cause of my blessed Master. He is always gracious.
“ The delightful walks round my friend's estate invite to occasional rambles. From the house of the father, to the abode of the son, (both of whom I am permitted to number among hospitable friends,) extends a beautiful range of landscapes, to traverse which, through meadow, by river, and along wood, is exceedingly pleasant. As there is no great heat in the climate at present, I go about, the distance of some miles, not unfrequently. The flocks, green pastures, and limped stream, are illustrative of the twentythird Psalm. The Loon is narrow, but winding, and in a high degree picturesque. Over it, near Kirkby Lonsdale, is a firm stone bridge, built as long ago as in 1300—perhaps before. Several splendid estates being in the vale of Loon, the beauty of architecture, and taste of the man of literature, embellish the scene.
“ On Sunday the 1st, had the satisfaction of approaching the Lord's Table. May that privilege be more and more a source of thankfulness. I need grace and strength moment by moment. Oh that my heart may be filled with the influences of the blessed Spirit. The Lord do with me as seemeth to Him good.
“ In me, that is in my flesh, dwelleth no good thing.-I look upon my past life, it appears almost as if it had been a dream." -"I ask, as I look forward upon the futurewill the Lord make use of me for any good purpose ?-Oh Lord use me, enable me to say concerning all to comeWhat thou wilt—when thou wilt-how thou wilt.
“ The following were written, June 1st, on hearing of a sick daughter of my aged friend W. For nine years she has not left her room, which is continually darkened.
“Sweet is the peace which Jesus gives,
soul illume; His smile will dissipate your gloom: The suffering hour will swiftly fly: With Him your God, your Saviour nigh. And when within the realms above, You taste his everlasting love, You'll praise Him with unceasing song, For moments which may now seem long. Courage then, sister, trust in God, And bow submissive to his rod.