places, I was painfully oppressed by receiving applications of the most earnest kind for schools, where, before the applications, I could see they were most needed: yet, alas! I felt that I could hold out to the Christian parents, who were most anxious to secure Christian instruction for their dear children, no promise whatever,-no immediate hope of aid. Finding that the night was likely to be stormy, I started at four over Sound Island, and across the Tickle, upon the ice, to the Andrews's Woody Island, about six miles, which I reached in two hours, just before the threatened storm came on. Read a chapter of the Bible, and had prayers before retiring to rest. Monday, 9.-The two Andrews's, my hosts, took different routes round the settlement, to prepare the people for my holding prayers at ten o'clock. Thirteen families reside in this neighbourhood. I had a congregation of twenty, churched a mother, and baptized her child in full service. Just as I was starting in an open boat for Barren Island, a young woman, who had waded with difficulty through the deep snow, which had been falling all night, arrived, to request me to baptize her infant child, and to church herself. Here, as at many places which I have visited, a request was made me that I would consecrate a piece of ground, which, in most settlements, is enclosed and set apart for a place of interment. I told the people that this ceremony of our church is reserved for our bishops; but recommended their keeping it neatly enclosed; and assured them that, in the event of his ever visiting this bay, it would then give satisfaction to our excellent diocesan, Bishop Inglis, to comply with this their very proper desire. For the first time since leaving Conception Bay, we were able to use a sail to-day, and were put up to Barren Island in two hours. Here the inhabitants are principally Romanists; but, as an Englishman, Robert Burt, who had died somewhat suddenly, was then lying unburied, I resolved to wait till to-morrow, that I might inter him. Tuesday, 10.-A congregation of thirty-five met in a large store, one hundred feet long, belonging to Mr. John Cosens, which had been built by the late firm of Spurrier, and had been sold for a trifle. We had a fire similar to that on a ship's deck, in the centre of the store, to protect us from the weather, which was extremely cold, and, although there was no provision for the escape of the smoke, the building was so spacious, that we suffered little inconvenience. The bell which usually rings to call the people together for their meals or work, was tolled by my direction. The psalms and lessons of the morning were evidently felt by the people to be very appropriate to the melancholy service, and the sermon, which I had put together for the occasion from Psalm 1. 22, 23, seemed to affect the hearers, may I hope not without edification? While I was thus engaged, Mr. John Cosens, who had been absent, returned, and heard with much satisfaction, of the very hospitable reception which his "skipper" had given me on my arrival. SO Wednesday, 11.-He kindly took me, at nine the next morning, in a large western boat, by the island of Merasheen, to the Isle of Valen, where he has an establishment, and a very pleasant neighbour in Mr. Isaac Moore, another merchant. In my visits to the different cabins, I was much shocked at the poverty of the people, which was greater here, than any which I had ever witnessed in Newfoundland. Some married females in one house were literally almost in a state of nudity; their manifest want of cleanliness, however, made it seem probable,-as I was afterwards informed was the case,-that part of their poverty might be traced to mismanagement. It must be most distressing to any merchant, or other settler, who is himself raised above poverty, and is possessed of human feeling, to live in a place where the improvidence of the people makes them wretchedly dependent, for the greater part of the year, as the people are in this settlement, While I am arranging these notes to send to England, I have heard of the decease of one of the wretched females mentioned above. I had service in Mr. Cosens' house and a congregation of thirty-five, baptized one child, and churched the mother; and the next day, Thursday, 12, baptized three children at their home, the mothers being too plainly without sufficient clothing to permit their exposing themselves to the air at this inclement season; returned thanks, with the mothers, for their preservation in child-bed, and held another full service to forty. One tilt was visited by me in this island, the dimensions of which were only twelve feet by ten, and I found living in it a man and his wife,-the master and mistress of the house,two married daughters with their husbands and children, amounting, in all, to fifteen souls! I found a fine old widow lady here who has forty grandchildren living: her feelings had been severely tried at the death of her husband, to whom 66 she had been many years allied, and was fondly attached. She had, in early youth, been a Romanist, but from conviction had renounced the errors of that faith, and attached herself to the church of her husband. On her making the anxious inquiry of her husband on his death-bed, Whether he would like to turn ?" he, affixing a very different meaning to her affectionate inquiry,* than that which merely implied his being turned in his bed, begged that the poor woman would go out of his sight, and not disturb his last moments, adding, “that he had occasionally before doubted the sincerity of her professed conversion, but he had rather have cherished the delusion to the last, than have been thus cruelly undeceived at such a moment!" Friday, 13.-Went off on a bitter cold morning, in a bait skiff, two hours' sail to Clatters' Harbour, at the back of the Isle of Valen. The slob and swish ice becoming thicker, prevented our getting up the arm; we walked, in consequence, to the head of the north-east passage, by thickly wooded "gulshes," three miles or more; thence across a neck of land to Chandler's Harbour in Paradise Sound, about one mile; thence I went along the hills by the shore, towards the southeast bight, which I had hoped to reach by night. We got benighted, however; the moon became obscured, and as a drift came on, with a drizzling snow and rain, we made a night fire. For feeding this, we felled in the course of the night, a sufficient quantity of spruce and birch to have made a most shady retreat in a space equal to Lincoln's Inn Fields, and there we waited for the dawn. This is a more accurate account of such a night, than it would be to record that we had slept in the woods; for the traveller, lying on a few fir branches upon the snow, freezes on one side, while the blazing flame scorches him on the other. I did not, at this early period of my cruise, understand so well, as I afterwards did, the plan of making a fire in the woods; and in my hurry to greet the welcome sight of a cheerful fire, by which I might break the fast which I had kept since seven in the morning, I had neglected the necessary preliminary of digging out a hole in the eight feet of snow, which were on the ground. The immense fire which we kindled, for want of this precaution, continued to melt down the snow, lower and lower by degrees, till, before the dawn of morning, I was left to the action of the piercing winds, and the top of a bank of snow, the fire *He thought she asked, whether he would turn, that is change his religion. being in a hole much below my level, and only benefiting me by its smoke, which threatened to blind, as well as to stifle me. I may mention, that the first tree which I felled, nearly demolished my faithful dog which accompanied me, as it fell across the terrified creature's loins; the soft newly-fallen snow however, offered no resistance to his body, but sunk under his weight, so that he received no injury. My readers will now have a pretty good notion, what a clergyman's life is in Newfoundland. They will also have learnt to know something of the poverty and many trials of his fellow-countrymen who are settled there. The wife of Archdeacon Wix is now in England, to obtain, if possible, the means of building a new Church at St. John's, the principal town of the Island, where there are 5,000 Protestants, with no church-room for more than 800 persons, and that in a town, where there are 8,000 Roman Catholics with a zealous Bishop at their head, labouring to make converts, and both artful and unscrupulous in the means they use for this purpose. NOTE. As this little book may fall into the hands of a rich person here and there, it may be mentioned that subscriptions are received by Drummond and Co. Charing Cross; Barclay and Co. Lombard-Street; and the Messrs. Rivington, St. Paul's Church-Yard, and Waterloo Place; Hatchard, Piccadilly; Smith, Elder and Co. Cornhill. "BLESSED ARE THEY THAT MOURN,” The light of smiles shall fill again The lids that overflow with tears; There is a day of sunny rest For every dark and troubled night; H And thou, who o'er thy friend's low bier Nor let the good man's trust depart, For God has marked each sorrowing day, BRYANT. A SABBATH AMONG THE MOUNTAINS. We I OFTEN think of my first walk in Borrowdale .After crossing over the Lake from Keswick, I had strolled on with some dear friends to the little inn at Rosthwaite. It was a glorious day of August, bright, but with something of that finest haziness, which is so becoming to a land of lakes and mountains. had wandered along, careless about the path we took, as one naturally is in a country where you can hardly turn aside without happening upon some new beauty. The heath was in full flower; and as to the rivers and brooks-no words can give a notion of their brilliant clearness to one who has not seen them. We had met with many of those trifling occurrences that give rise to innocent mirth and gaiety of heart. We had had our laughs, our exclamations, and our surprises and had conquered not a few of those little difficulties that call forth a playful rivalry, and many a hearty, but not unkind laugh at the unsuccessful. I must here say with Wordsworth, My gentle Reader, I perceive How patiently you've waited; |