spectators but the shags and the sea-gulls, they used to bathe.

"It was pleasant to me, as I was dressing, to watch them coming back, winding along the cliffs; and, as they drew near, Maria, seated on her mule, with little Carry in her arms, Anna Maria by her side, and the others surrounding her, repeating their hymns and psalms, they used to. look just like Raffaelle's picture of the Holy Family in the flight to Egypt. Maria's holy and maternal countenance on these occasions I shall never forget; nor the sweet and tender emotion of her children. Little Carry, especially, used to enjoy the ride. 'O Mamma,' said she, one day, 'do let me say my hymn louder, for the poor mule is listening, and cannot hear me.' Their return I used soon to know by Carry or Barclay besetting me, the moment I opened my door, to tell them stories of wild beasts.

"At half-past eight the loud stroke of a Chinese gong called the whole household to assemble for reading. As it resounded through the house and grounds, I thought of the gongs or cymbals used by caravans in the desert, to call the distant wayfaring pilgrims, and give them notice of the wells of water; and of the beautiful Scripture comparison, so often used in the Psalms and here literally fulfilled, of striking the high-sounding cymbal to call to the wells of salvation, and to bid every thing that hath breath to praise the Lord."

To the same.

"You, my dear friend, who have always been in the bosom of your own family, and whose present associates do not place you beyond the reach of your early friends, and whose abode has not taken you for ever from the scenes of your early attachments, can scarcely imagine the exquisite and heart-cheering enjoyment it is to me to see those whom I remember as part of the scenery of my early life.

"It is pleasant to me, who live as it were amongst people of a foreign tongue, to look on countenances that have seen those I deeply love, to hear voices they have heard, and to see, as it were, a living memento of times long since for ever passed away, and living only deep buried in a heart-affecting and mournful remembrance.

"I never, I believe, see any one of my own family connections without deeply feeling this; and I have a love and real affection to them, of a sort I never can have to any others. It is as a bond of blood, which no distance of time or place can sever; and I can never look on the face of a Barclay, without feeling that sort of love which we do to a tree or cot, which we remember as part of the scenery of our childhood.

"How far more did I feel in this instance, where the more clearly I saw the more highly I valued.

spent with Maria in these afternoons. I expected the refreshment that a visit to our native country brings to one whose abode is in a land of strangers. I found it like a vision of Canaan to a heart still journeying and laden in the desert; a sweet refreshment, but a blessing too. My only regret was the absence of dear Lucy. Sometimes we talked over old times, then of many of our former friends, the various ways in which Divine mercy had met them, and the various paths by which they had been led. Then we spoke of ourselves, our former minds, and our I told her how at length, after passing through Methodism, I landed in the Moravian Church; and she told me how she became a Friend, and how she got to Falmouth, and how she became a preacher. She told me, too, of Agatha, of Rachel's death, and of Elizabeth's change; and all this interspersed, again and again, with her returning to her lovely children.

own courses.

"Everything she said, though I believe I never expressed it, added to my esteem and true affection for her. There was a moderation, a deep humility, an unaffected but sterling truth and good sense without literary pretension, a practical wisdom, that made every word seem like the right one, neither too much nor too little. Open and frank, yet with prudence; a strictly conscientious but an experienced, and therefore a capacious-hearted Christian ;

a devoted mother, but seeking for her children, as for for herself, good things rather than high things.

"I can scarcely say how very much I enjoyed these talks both with Maria and our dear friend at the Bank; yet they were altogether different in character. Towards our friend I felt almost the same kind of confidence, reliance, and affectionate veneration as to a parent; and I treasured up her words, as lessons of deep wisdom and truth, as from lips that I had long been accustomed to venerate.

"Falmouth Meeting is said to have more convinced Friends than any other; and I no longer wonder (though I have not verified the prediction) that E. P. said to me as I went down: Thou must beware of Falmouth; for all who inhale Falmouth air become Friends, if they were not so; and turn zealous Friends, if they were lukewarm ones.'

"But I forget, we are all this time in the summerseat (in the long walk, where Maria and I had our talks) whilst evening is coming on: and it is almost time to see in the distance the little merry face of Carry, with Anna Maria and Barclay, preceding the walking party; and, as soon as they see us from the wicket, running up; Carry jumping and throwing her arms round my neck; Anna Maria gently seating herself at my knee, and softly kissing me; and Barclay standing by, taking my hand; and all proclaiming, it is time to tell them more stories;

and accordingly, when they had dragged me by the shawl and gown into the drawing-room, and were seated, one on my knee, and the others about me, I generally did for twenty minutes before tea.

"After which, Robert would shew us experiments; a few amusing ones, with which the children were delighted, and the principles of which he explained to them; after which they generally retired to bed. Imagine the back drawing-room strewed with reflectors, and magnets, and specimens of iron, and borax, cobalt, copper ore, blow-pipes, platina, &c. &c.; deflagrations, fusions, and detonations, on every side; whilst we were deeply interested in watching the fusions of the ores, or their assaying; only that now and then I, having a house of my own, had a fellowfeeling with Maria, at seeing a certain beautiful zebrawood table splashed with melted lead or silver, and the chased Bury Hill candlestick deluged with acids.

"Whilst we were thus engaged, after the children went, Maria would withdraw. She made a point every night of sitting a little with each of them, reading to them some short portion of Scripture, or allowing them to repeat any thing they might have learnt of their own accord, or might have on their minds to say. She would converse a little with them, and have a little silence, leading each to self-examination if they had told the truth, and lived in love, and been obedient. This time the children looked forward to as the