ever the Lord says to any of his children, 'Get thee hence and hide thyself,' he also adds, either expressly or by implication, and the ravens shall feed thee there.' Every duty which he commands has its promise appended to it; and we need be under no concern, except to know that the Lord has directed our way."

But I must close. You know I love poetry, and I know you care little about it; but allow me to oppose your closing forebodings with a few quotations. "Who pain anticipate, that pain

Feels twice, and often feels in vain."

So much for this world,-now for the world to come, courageously:

"The mystic seal shall then be broke,

The curtain rent in twain;

And that which now is unreveal'd,

Shall then be clear and plain."

Now for my present experience: and may my kind friend join me in the closing line at least, with all his heart :

"To do, or not to do; to have,

Or not to have; I leave to Thee;

To be, or not to be, I leave:

Thy only will be done in me;
All my requests are lost in one,
Father, thy only will be done.
Welcome alike, the crown, the cross,
Trouble I cannot ask, nor peace,
Nor toil, nor rest, nor gain, nor loss,
Nor joy, nor grief, nor pain, nor ease,
Nor life, nor death: but ever groan,
Father, thy only will be done."

Do you ask my charter for such composed and heart-felt resignation? Here it is-read it at your leisure; Psalm, lxxxiv. 11—12, and ever pray for your friend and brother in Jesus Christ,

J. C.

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LETTER XI.

Halifax, Nova Scotia, July 8, 1841.

My dear Friend,

Just as I lifted the pen to begin this letter, these lines occurred to my mind,—

I have travelled many hundreds of miles since I last wrote you from St. Johns, the 21st of last April. Have visited the cities of New York, Albany, and Troy. The Lord gave me an opportunity of preaching in several towns in my rout, so that I hope some good was done. I spent Sabbath the 23rd of May, in Whitehall, N. Y. (where I received the call to visit Europe,) preached three times on that day. I had a most refreshing time among the dear souls who were converted to God when I was stationed here. They had lost none of their affection.

On Monday the 24th, I visited the retired spot where God allowed me to plead, Exodus, xxxiv. 5—7, on the 11th of July, 1839. After that memorable period, I always named it Providence path; and so noted it in my private journal. Here I had a gracious season alone; and dedicated body, soul, and spirit to God, who enabled me to plead with great sweetness and power, that the blessing of the Holy Ghost might attend my labours in distant lands. Although nearly two years had fled into eternity since I prevailed with God to unfold his designs, the impression to cross the Atlantic remained as strong as

ever.

I left the hallowed ground rejoicing in God. It is possible I may see it no more; yet it was impressed upon my mind, that I should be brought back again to praise him in that place for his abounding

mercies.

About one, I left Whitehall, in the steamer Whitehall, Captain Lyon, for Burlington, Vt. where I arrived in the evening. My soul was deeply engaged in prayer all the day; many times repeating as I walked the deck,—

"Till glad I lay this body down,

Thy servant Lord attend;
And O, my life of mercies crown
With a triumphant end!”

On the evening of the 28th of May, I bade farewell to my Burlington friends. Several of them accompanied me on board the steamer. We had a very solemn time in parting. Some thought they should see my face no more; others had confidence I should be spared to return, whether they should live to see me or not. As to my own feelings, they were too deep and various for utterance. The friends

went ashore, and our steamer, like an arrow, darted forward on that fine expanse of water. I walked the deck till midnight, engaged in prayer; and after taking a last look at the United States, retired to my berth. Next morning I landed at St. Johns. I was rejoiced to find they had raised the chapel subscription to seventeen hundred dollars.

I spent a few days in Montreal, and then sailed for Quebec, where I arrived on the 5th of June; I spent about twenty-four days in that city. It was not my intention to stay so long, but conscientious scruples detained me. The Unicorn steamer was announced to sail on Sabbath the 13th June. This involved my conscience. I could not see it to be right for me to sail on the Sabbath, and yet I could

not feel resigned to postpone my departure till the return of the vessel in two weeks. I was greatly perplexed. The eyes of thousands were upon me, and if my own conscience had been satisfied, I durst not give that sabbath-breaking city a bad example. On conversing with the Captain, and finding him immoveable, I concluded to wait two weeks, when he would sail positively on a week-day. My mind had been much cast down for a few days with many sore exercises, and buffetings from the devil; but shortly after I gave my decision, the gloom was totally dispersed, and peace and joy overspread my soul. Since then, my peace has been like a river. Isaiah, xlviii. 18.

The Quebec friends were greatly rejoiced when they learned I would spend a couple of weeks with them. The chapel was opened for preaching every night, and the power of God was displayed among his people. Sinners were converted to God daily, and the young converts of last winter were greatly strengthened. Never shall I forget the kindness of that dear people; every thing was done that human beings could do, to render my stay pleasant to myself. I had several delightful excursions; sometimes with the most agreeable company; often on horseback alone.

As you intend to visit Quebec, you must not fail to see the falls of Montmorency; they are only a few miles from the city. The ride is charming, and the Falls will afford you some sublime sensations. You Iwill not be overwhelmed with those indiscribable emotions which you felt when gazing upon the terrific majesty, and overpowering grandeur of Niagara; but you will be conscious of feelings quite as gracious and pleasurable. Here you will see a river of considerable magnitude, gathered into a comparatively narrow channel, moving on under a placid surface

toward a cataract of two hundred and forty-six feet perpendicular! Be cautious.

"Swift shrinking back,

I check my steps, and view the broken scene.
Smooth to the shelving banks a copious flood
Rolls fair, and placid: where collected all,
In one impetuous torrent, down the steep

It thundering shoots, and shakes the country round.
At first an azure sheet, it rushes broad:
Then whitening by degrees, as prone it falls,
And from the loud resounding rocks below
Dash'd in a cloud of foam, it sends aloft
A hoary mist, and forms a ceaseless shower.
Nor can the tortured waves here find repose;
But raging still amid the shaggy rocks,
Now flashing o'er the scattered fragments, now
Aslant the hollow'd channel rapid darts;
And falling fast from gradual slope to slope,
With wild infracted course, and lessen'd roar,
It gains a safer bed,"

and steals away into the bosom of the majestic St. Lawrence. I know you love the grand and beautiful in nature, and I am sure you will retire from it saying with your friend,—

"My full heart expanded, grew warm, and adored."

It is not likely you will visit Quebec in the winter; but if you should, Montmorency is even then more grand than at this season of the year. You can then walk on the ice below the falls, very close to the descending mass of waters. Then it is, you may see it with an accompaniment, which it never has in the summer; an immense ice-cone, formed by the spray, one or two hundred feet in circumference, standing in the centre of the bason, and ascending as if to overlook the surface of the river above the falls. I thought it a grand sight, when I was here in the winter of 1835.

If you ascend the river a short distance, you will light upon a place well worth seeing-" The Natural