and attainments, he is sure to be harassed with continual fears; because the waters of grace are but ebb while we stay there, but when by faith we launch out into that full ocean of grace that is in Christ, the soul is carried up above all those fears and doubts, and is strong in the uncreated grace of Him in whom all fulness dwells.' O for a strong faith my dear friend! that faith, whose sole satisfaction is in the Christ it possesses, and not in the act of believing: this is the faith that carries us above the rocks, and out of the shallows."

I thought this similitude very pretty, dear Harriet, though I did not quite understand it. Oh! what delight these christian friends have as they speak one to another of their beloved Saviour! I listened while they continued to talk of the kindness and paternal care of our heavenly Father, of the protection he constantly affords to those that trust in him, and as they said this, they repeated the words of the 125th Psalm, "As the mountains are round about Jerusalem, so the Lord is round about his people from henceforth even for ever." And again, as they looked at the fitful element beneath us, and the everlasting hills on every side, I heard them saying, "He made the dry land, he also made the sea, he covered it with the deep as with a garment. O Lord how manifold are thy works in wisdom hast thou made them all."

But to continue our route, after sailing about in this manner for two days, we arrived at the head of a loch, where we took leave of our kind commander, and his polite and attentive messmates; and getting into one of the rough-set carriages of this half-refined, not to say half-civilized country, a party of us, with a servant, and basket of provisions, proceeded to cross the mountains to a place called St. Catherine's. Here we arrived towards evening, not without many "hair breadth escapes" from the restiveness and obstinacy of Archy Mac Nab's untamed cavalry, which had probably never been in harness before; and embarking in a ferry boat without any seats, save what was furnished by the fresh green boughs of the birch tree, with which the bottom of the boat was strewed, we crossed over amid a drizzling shower to the other side of loch Long. The scenery here, though still mountainous, was softer and richer, and more finely wooded than any we had yet seen;

and as we landed at Inverary, the beauty of the grounds around the castle, the imposing appearance of the castle itself, and the magnificent trees with which the park abound, all were fitted to enchant. But we were somewhat tired with our journey, a little frightened with our horses, and the shower we had while in the boat, had rendered us rather uncomfortable; the difficulty, also, of procuring accommodation in the village, the inn being full of company, all unfitted us for receiving much enjoyment at the time. At length, however, we found very good apartments in a private lodging, and having talked over the events of the day, and had the refreshment of tea, we prepared to retire early to rest, that we might be soon abroad the next morning. Before doing so, however, we had some profitable reading in the Scriptures, our friend selecting passages suited to the scenes by which we were surrounded, and applicable to the circumstances of the day. The last chapter of John was read, that sweet scene on the shore of the lake of Tiberias; the thirty-fourth Psalm, as expressive of our gratitude for the deliverances we had met with,-" He keepeth all thy bones, not one of them is broken;" the fortysixth, "God is a refuge for us;" and the hundred and thirtysixth, with its beautiful, and often reiterated thanksgiving"His mercy endureth for ever."

Next morning we walked out and viewed the town; the weather was enchanting; the park with its magnificent lime trees, walnut trees, and beeches, was superb. But I will not attempt a new description of what has so often been described already. The castle was not much to our taste, though its turrets looked noble, seen against the hills, but its foundation and first floor, on which are all the state apartments, are half buried in a sunk area, as wide as the walls of Nineveh; a profusion of evergreens, without one deciduous leaf, and consisting of no variety in themselves, in the front of the house, gave it too much the appearance of nursery grounds in some city's suburb, and spoiled, if any thing could spoil, the fine natural beauties of the scene. We frittered away our time, waiting for admission to the great man's house. Being requested to walk about for half an hour, and having exceeded it by ten minutes, in pursuit of a red deer, which we had

hoped to have a peep at, we had again to wait till the party then viewing the lions should make their exit, before we could make our entrance; and Malcolm MacMarcus, butler to my lord duke, being "dressed in a little brief authority," and having also a little of the "insolence of office," becoming so high a dignitary, begged we would prolong our promenade for a few minutes, so that when we were admitted, some of us felt a little cross at losing the sunshine of so fine a day. But the beauty of the park repaid us for all. A number of men were mowing the meadows, which for extent reminded me of the king's meadows mentioned in the Bible. The mowers were many in number, tall, picturesque in their attire and appearance, and they bowed together to the sweep of the scythe, like men in some royally appointed barge bending to the stroke of the oar. The air was scented with the fragrance of the dewy and glittering swathe, while the deer familiar and unafraid, stood gazing occasionally as they passed, as if they were inhaling, well pleased, the freshness of the pasture.

After going through the castle, in which there are some noble apartments, some beautiful tapestry, a few family portraits of some interest, and a hall hung with armour, and in which Mr. Malcolm Mac Marcus redeemed entirely his former want of civility by his polite attentions, we returned to discharge our debt of kind and hospitable cares, to our landlady in the village, and then embarked in the Margaret, of Inverary, a little boat in which we were to sail up the loch to the inn of Cairndow.

It being ebb in the loch, which, as you know, is not really a lake, but an arm of the sea, the highlandmen carried us through the shallow water in their arms, and popped us into the boat like so many baskets of fish. Janet Campbell, a young lady of our party, steered our little bark all the way, for all are navigators here, and on account of the fitful and sudden breezes which came down from the mountains in opposite squalls, we could make no use of our sail, so the poor fellows had to row the whole distance, and after a hard pull in so hot a day, we arrived about four o'clock, I suppose, at Cairndow, a hostelry, in the midst of one scene of untenanted wilds, in which no habitation is to be seen, save the manse and

the kirk, a nobleman or gentleman's mansion; but a peasant population or a peasant's cottage is rarely to be met with. Here we got into two carriages, that is, two cars, with seats slung across the centre of each, and suspended from the sides by iron chains, as hard, untractable, and uncomfortable as possible, while to allay our fears about restive steeds, we were assured that none of them had run away but once, and that once was probably the only time the animals had ever been put to the proof. They carried us, however, in safety through the wild and solitary magnificence of the valley of Glencro, where Alps on Alps arise, to "rest and be thankful." and thence through torrents of rain,and clouds of mists, in which the ghosts of Ossian doubtless were enveloped, to Arrachar, another innat the head of loch Fine, where our demand for supper and beds was as loud and as often repeated as if we had escaped from a city beseiged with famine, and had enjoyed no repose for seven long nights. The demand was answered with true highland hospitality and attention, and despite the smoke of peats, the noise of the rain, and the swelling of the waters, we went to sleep, as soundly as wearied and wayworn travel. lers generally do.

Being fatigued with the jolting of our Highland vehicles the preceding day, we next morning commenced a pedestrian excursion of a few miles across the country, from one inn to another, our servant and some Highland boys carrying our luggage. This part of our travels I liked best, but just as I sat down to describe it, mamma came in and interrupted me, and says I have almost entirely omitted the most interesting circumstances of our itineracy; the delightful and instructive conversation of our friends, and that she will write the first part of this morning's ramble herself, and that as the rest of this packet is from Marianne to Harriet, she will have one paragraph of it from "Mamma to Mamma."

"I have taken up Marianne's pen, my dear friend, to supply the lack in her journal of what I esteem the highest privilege I have enjoyed in this delightful tour; namely the spiritual and intellectual conversation of our dear Scottish friends, with whom we have tabernacled, going as it were, from tent to

tent, for some days past. But not to be tedious, I shall take up the narrative just where my beloved daughter has left off. The morning which succeeded to our pilgrimage by Ardkinlass and Glenkinlass, through the mountain defiles of Glencro, amid rain and mists, rose in all the unutterable beauty and brightness of a day without clouds, and we walked from Arrachar on the head of loch Fine, a short distance to Tarbet, on the shores of loch Lomond. Ben Lomond in all his mountain majesty rose before us, high towering over the rest of the landscape. As we paced along, we were led to speak of life as a journey. Some pilgrims on before, some behind, and others following after; a few perhaps desiring to return to that world from whence their hearts had never been really divided, others struggling hard to maintain their footing in the narrow way, as mountain after mountain rises before them, and one hill of difficulty is surmounted only to bring them to the steeps of a second. Others declaring plainly that they desire, and seek a better country, that is a heavenly, wherefore God is not ashamed to be called their God. As we journeyed we met many fellow travellers, some carrying burdens they could ill sustain, especially in the heat of the day; others altogether light and unburdened save with the weight it might be of inward cares; many walking; a few in carriages with all the "appliances and means" of luxury. We passed, also, occasionally, bands of reapers in the fields, and others who appeared to be standing all the day idle, perhaps because no man had hired them. Such was the literal scene, which summed up our spiritual speculations; both, indeed, were so obvious to the reflective mind, that we could not easily separate them. We talked as we went and communed together, of the Israelites of old going up to Jerusalem to worship, and of the interesting groups, which must occasionally have presented themselves to the wayfaring man as he encountered them "coming from the cities of Judah, and from the places about Jerusalem, and from the land of Benjamin, and from the plain, and from the mountains, and from the south, bringing burntofferings and sacrifices, and meat-offerings and incense; and bringing sacrifices of praise unto the house of the Lord." We spake also of the Psalmist's passionate attachment to the house