power of the invisible God. At the end of an hour, the storm came to a crisis, the raging winds subsided, and the electric fires were extinguished with torrents of rain. Soon after the rain ceased and we had a calm and beautiful evening. A few friends put me across the harbour in a sail boat. As we glided over slowly, the citadel and city, with the immense forest of shipping, appeared to great advantage. I went straight to the chapel, and entered into a gracious prayer meeting. The Lord was present, and several poor sinners were converted to God. Returning home, my soul was very happy, musing most feelingly on the language of one of our poets,— "How sweet at such a time as this to moralize, Shall pass, and leave this frail and earth-born Thus set free;-To plume her wings, and You will be pleased to know that in my voyage to this city, I had the agreeable company of two Wesleyan clergymen from Quebec, the Rev. Matthew Richey, A. M. and the Rev. Ephraim Evans, missionaries from Upper Canada, on their way to England. The particulars of this voyage I must defer to another time: but, before I conclude, I ought to state the reason why I am not now on the broad Atlantic, as silence on this point might create in you some uneasiness. When I arrived in this city, the Columbia steam ship was alongside the quay with her full compliment of passengers. We went aboard, and found the crew clearing out the forecastle for the convenience of additional passengers. The agent offered us our passage for one hundred dollars each, instead of one hundred and twenty-five. I considered the matter over, and knowing that I should suffer enough by sea-sickness in the best part of the ship, I recoiled from the prospect of an augmentation of it in such accommodations; so I refused to proceed, saying I would wait two weeks for the next steamer. My clerical friends said they could not do so, as they had business of importance at the English Conference. It was quite easy to see from our looks that we had learned a lesson now, which ought to have been known weeks before; that we should have either sailed from Boston, or have had our berths engaged there, if we intended to go aboard at Halifax. Although several hundreds of miles nearer England than at Boston, they demanded the same fare for passage. The vessel is gone, and here I am in a strange city. My soul is very happy in God. Sweet peace and a glow of divine love reign throughout my soul. Glory be to God in the highest. "Within his circling power I stand, I shall write to you again in a few days. As ever, yours in Jesus. J. C. LETTER XII. Halifax, Nova Scotia, July 13, 1841. My dear Friend, I intimated in my last, that you might expect in a future letter, an account of my voyage to Nova Scotia. On the 29th of June, about noon, I bade adieu to Quebec. During my stay there, I preached nineteen sermons, and delivered two temperance lectures. About twenty persons were converted to God. A large number of kind friends accompanied me to the steamer, each vying with the other in manifestations of christian love. My heart was deeply affected. Many were the tokens of their friendship. I thought of Acts xxviii. 10. It was so in this case. Not that I needed anything; their kindness last winter, together with that of the Montreal friends, had anticipated my wants for some time to come. It seems, however, they were not yet satisfied. A few moments before the Unicorn started from the dock, a person came aboard and put a letter into my hand, and went ashore. My tearful eyes were fixed upon my precious friends on the wharfs as long as I could see them. It is impossible to express my feelings. I restrained them as long as I could, but when Quebec and those I loved had disappeared * after my emotions were subsided, I opened the letter, and lo, a check on a bank in London, for more than sufficient to pay my entire expenses from Quebec to England. The accompanying letter informed me that the gift had originated with a few ladies-followers of our Lord Jesus Christ. I cannot withhold from you a copy of a note which I found folded in the check. It is from a precious servant of Christ,one who is an honour to her sex, and an ornament to the church of God in that city. Her kind husband and herself have ever shown toward me the affection of parents; and, in all my visits to Quebec, their hospitable house has been my happy home. May the Holy Ghost ever bless them and their interesting family. "Dear Brother Caughey, * * * * your "This is but a small mark of our regard for self, and love for our adorable Jesus. May God add his richest blessing. Perhaps in some leisure moment you may find time to look at this list, and here you will see the names of those whose hearts the love of Jesus has moulded to beat in unison with your own, and who feel a sweet confidence, that if we meet no more on earth, we shall meet around the eternal throne. "Your obliged and attached sister in Christ, 66 MARY M'LEOD." Our beautiful steamer dashed down the St. Lawrence in noble style. The ministers I mentioned in my last, were most agreeable companions. We had indeed, "The feast of reason and the flow of soul." As our vessel flew along the waters with her white canvass wings filled with the propitious breeze, that delightful verse rolled many times over my mind with the greatest sweetness, "Press forward, press forward, The prize is in view; Is waiting for you." Thirty-four hours brought us to Gaspe, four hundred miles from Quebec. On the evening of the 30th of June, Mr. Richey preached us an excellent sermon. We had about thirty passengers aboard, and they were very attentive to the word. The St. Lawrence is a beautiful river. From the east end of Lake Ontario to the Gulf of St. Lawrence in the Atlantic, is seven hundred miles, which is considered, I believe, the length of this river; but the whole extent of water communication by the great lakes and this river, cannot be less than two thousand miles. Besides, it is not only the outlet to that great chain of western lakes I have referred to, it also receives the waters of Lake Champlain, the Ottawa, or 66 Grand River, and a great variety of tributary streams. The scenery from Quebec to Gaspe is as diversified and picturesque as you could well imagine. From Quebec, one hundred miles, we had almost a continuous chain of little Canadian houses, with here and there a small village, and the spire of the church, pointing, like a silent finger into heaven." When these are past, all is one vast scene of desolation. Forests, rocks, precipices, and mountains arise in awful and singular profusion. On approaching the Gulf, the grandeur and exceeding boldness of the widely separated shores, are quite befitting the mouth of such a mighty river. The scene must be appalling in the depth of winter. We found ourselves in the Gulf on the morning of July the 1st, and were out of sight of land during several hours. The weather was very fine, and scarcely a ripple ruffled that vast expanse of waters. What a contrast between its then placid and silvery bosom, and the terrific uproar observable here late in the autumn or early in the spring. Many a fine vessel has been engulphed here, and the bones of vast multitudes line the shores of this dangerous region. Only a few weeks since, the brig Minstrel, Captain Outerbridge, struck a dangerous reef in a heavy sea, went down, and nearly all on board perished. The vessel sailed from Limerick, Ireland, last April, with one hundred and forty-one passengers-emigrants intending to settle in Canada. It seems they had a tolerable passage; but when full of joy at hailing the land of their destination, and supposing all their hazards and hardships were over, in a moment the full cup of misery was placed in their hands, nor was it long ere they drank it to the very dregs. At four o'clock in the morning, the vessel struck on the reef. The boats were launched, and made fast to the fore chains; upwards of one hundred |