minister-serious, pleasant young man. He agreed to print Mr. Candlish's Statement, and to call a prayer meeting of all the congregations for Tuesday. Called on a rich Jew-made little of him. Wrote Mr. Candlish. Rattled a long way to Manchester Street-dined and spent the evening with the Wettens.

2nd. April.--Stayed at home all day to recruit mind and body. This city wears away all my thoughts and feelings. Palpitation. which had left me, returned in some measure yesterday and this day.

3rd. April.-Into the City by 2. Called at Tract Society, who have granted us as many tracts as we please, and all the help in their power. Went through St. Paul's-paced up and down its splendid area--went over the marble statues of departed heroes. Was especially pleased with that of the first Bishop of Calcutta baptizing two Hindoos, all beautifully carved. Also Bishop Heber kneeling the marble of his gown very like silk-newly erected. It is a glorious edifice, but more for looking at than for use. Walked along Fleet Street and Strand, guided by Mr. Hamilton-Exeter Hall. Saw Secretary of the Jewish Society. His daughter married to Ewald, missionary at Tunis-said all his family will write. Poor man! he will be disappointed, now that we are not going by Africa. He seemed a godly man, and a lover of Israel. Walked round Westminster Abbey, and was awestruck by its grandeur. Had not time for the inside-rode to Haverstock-Mr. Hamilton's-dined there with Mr. Macmorland, minister of Irving's old church. Edward's fall was a great blow to the Scottish Church here. We must do something for the Church here. It is of vast importance. There are said to be 100,000 Scotchmen in London, yet few cleave to the church of their fathers.

4th April.-Into the City by 12. Then to Bethnal Green, several miles further. There is no end to this wilderness of houses. Called on Mr. Cartwright, Secretary to London Jews' Society, Palestine Place-kindly received-conducted through the schools for Jewish children. Saw 45 boys at their dinner. They afterwards read some Hebrew to me and sung a hymn in Hebrew, "Worthy the Lamb"--the chorus was very sweet, "slain for us." In the other school, saw 28 girls-pretty Jewish faces. They sung the 111th Psalm in Hebrew, responding to one another in the true Hebrew style. It was very sweet. Saw the chapel where they have a Hebrew service every Sunday afternoon-a Jew is to be baptized next Sunday evening. City again. Introduced to an American Jew-a colonel who has been in Palestine lately-very communicative and kind-quite a gentleman; seemed to think the Jews will be very friendly to us. Another rich Jew gave me a piece of unleavened bread. I left them, say

ing, "I hope we shall bring no evil to Israel;" they replying, "No; we hope you will bring much good." Dined at Mr. Macniell's, the

Persian Ambassador. He and his lady very kind-full of clear information. Advises us to go from Aleppo to Constantinople by land. Mrs. T. and daughter with me.

Friday, 5th April.-Snowy day. Drove to West End-called on Dr. Welsh and Mr. Dunlop. The latter went with me to Sir George Grey, who had appointed to meet me at 2. Very pleasant man-very kind-very quick in dispatching business. In five minutes we were on our way to the Foreign Office, where I left Sir George's letter and my card for Mr. Backhouse. City. Heard the Cathedral Service in St. Paul's-was solemnized by it-beautiful singing. Called on Mr. Saul, a converted Jew, who did not know what to do or say for joy because we were going to Jerusalem. "I have not found so great faith, no, not in Israel!" Went to the Synagogue with Mr. H. About 500 Jews present-all hats on a hollow murmur or muttering of prayers was going on. Suddenly the Rabbi, on a raised platform lighted with large tapers, burst into a loud chant. Sometimes the whole assembly started to their feet and joined with loud voices-sometimes three voices sang alone, a splendid chant, all in Hebrew. I could catch a word now and then. Visited another synagogue much more splendidly fitted up, quite new--200 or 300 present. The same kind of service going on. I thought on the Valley full of dry bones. I longed that they would ask me to speak to them. "Men and brethren, say on!" Wrote down a prayer for the coming of the Saviour, painted on the wall.

6th April.-My kind hostess insisted on my taking the playvisited, with her, the Colosseum, a truly wonderful panorama of London. My head felt quite giddy, and I feared to look over, lest I should fall from the top of St. Paul's-visited the Polytechnic. Met James Mackay and Mrs. Gordon. Rode round Hyde Park-called on Mrs. Wetten. Dined at Mr. Bonar's, Chester Terrace. Very kind people. Two Misses Hope there-very kind. One promised me many letters, and to introduce me next day to Baptist Noel.

After

7th April.-Quiet Sabbath. Walked in to Mr. Noel's. I now begin to know London quite well. Heard him preach with great power and talent, on the fear of God and fear of man. wards saw the Communion dispensed, with which I was much pleased. It was very simple and solemn. Found Mr. Noel a very pleasant man-very kind and interested about our mission. Afternoon, heard his curate, Mr. Garret, and liked him better even than Mr. Noel, though the church was not one-third full. In the morning, hundreds had to stand. Evening quiet. London is not nearly so bad on the Sabbath as I expected.

8th April.-Called on Misses Hope-found several friends of Israel-many letters and kindnesses. Called on Sir R. Inglisnot at home. Quiet evening at home.

9th April.-Went to Mr. Nesbit's and heard of my fellow

travellers. Found them in the City; all happy to meet. Went to Mr. Waghorn's and Foreign Office. Dined at Mr. Nesbit's. Solemn meeting in Regent Square Church; many converted Jews and friends of Israel present. Two ministers read and prayed, and Dr. Black gave an address. Now I sit down to give you an account of all. Andrew is looking thin, but is quite well. I am much better, though a little wearied with incessant business. I have many engagements for to-morrow; and we sail next morning for Boulogne. I shall be glad when we are fairly off. May God keep me humble, and prayerful, and holy. I commend you all to Him day by day. May He watch over you when I am far away, and over dear Willie. I heard from Dundee tonight; all goes on well. Surely God hath done great things for us, whereof we are glad. I will write soon again. Pray for me, your affectionate son and brother,

ROBERT MURRAY M'CHEYNE.

LETTER III.

TO THE SAME.

BOULOGNE-SUR-MER, 12th April, 1839.

MY DEAR FATHER, MOTHER, AND SISTER,-You will be happy to know that, I and my interesting friends are now safe in the first town of la belle France. We left London last night at 7 o'clock, and arrived here this forenoon at 11. The Wednesday after I wrote to you was a day of much business and bustle to all of us in London. We all breakfasted with Sir Robert Inglis, who was very kind, and gave us many directions. We visited Mr. Waghorn and Lord Ashley, the latter a most interesting young man, who is deeply interested in the cause of Israel. I saw Miss Teed at Kensington; bade adieu to several people, and dined at Sir George Grey's. Lord Glenelg. Lady Varney, Arthur Kinnaird, and other great people, were present. Many were kind to me; still I was thankful to get away. Slept at 21 Berners Street.

Thursday, April 11.-Not having obtained our passport, we could not sail as we intended from the Tower Stairs in the morning. I bade good-bye to my kind friends at Hampstead; and having made some purchases and all ready, we set off in the Dover coach at 7 in the evening; all four inside. We were very happy all night-conversing in all foreign tongues, and cheering one another about Israel.

At 6 this morning we came to Dover; breakfasted, and at halfpast 7 were sailing away from the white cliffs of Albion. The

sea was very pleasant, and I watched retiring England till I could scarcely see it; and France, with its undulating shore, attracted our gaze in an opposite direction. At eleven we sailed into the harbor of Boulogne-sur-mer, a clean pretty town. We have gone

all about it, and seen all its wonders. We talk French as well as we can. I am thankful to say that I feel almost quite well. The palpitation being very slight.

We have had a Jew with us, a most interesting character, of whom more hereafter. To-morrow we go by diligence to Paris. I can add no more. We are all well. May God bless and watch We feel much that God is opening the way. Your

over you. affectionate son,

ROBT. MURRAY M'CHEYNE.

LETTER IV.

TO HIS MOTHER.

SAILING PAST VALENCE ON THE RHONE, April 20, 1839.

MY DEAR MOTHER,-If all has gone well in my absence, you will be left alone to-day; and therefore have I set myself down on the deck of the steamboat, surrounded on all sides by people of strange language and costume, to write you a few lines. Before I take up the thread of my story where I left off, I may tell you that I am quite well. My beating heart has hardly at all troubled me, except in London and Paris; and I am, in all other respects, in very good health. So also are my companions. For this we have great reason to be grateful to God, who has preserved us hitherto. My last from Boulogne was dated 12th instant. I was sorry to send so little news, but had not a moment more. We slept happily that night, our first in France, being glad that we had begun our work in good earnest. Our interview with the Jew I mentioned was very encouraging. One rule," he said, "I will give you in your dealing with Jews, Treat them as Brethren."

The

Saturday, April 13.-We set off in the Diligence at 10 o'clock morning, for Paris. I suppose I had never attended to the descriptions of the French Diligence, for I never understood what it was till I was in it. There are four places for passengers. coupé in front, like a chaise, holding three-we occupied this. The next is the interieur, being a large coach holding six. The hinder part holds four more, and is truly uncomfortable. On the top is the banquette, where you may banquet on fresh air night and day. We set off with five or six horses, very small creatures, and ill dressed, and with wretched harness, but very persevering animals. This is the conveyance all over France. The driver is a country.

like man, with a blue frock, who cracks his whip in a most extraordinary way. The conducteur, or guard, is a smartly-dressed gentleman, who sits at table with the travellers. The misery of French travelling is, that you must go day and night. We left Boulogne in a fine morning-wind easterly and cold, though not so bad as in the north. The hedges were beginning to sprout, and the gardens to blossom. We amused ourselves with looking at the people riding to market on donkeys and ponies; the women with handkerchiefs neatly pinned over the head, and the white frill of the cap appearing below; the men universally wearing the blue frock. We noticed the ploughing as very rude, the plough having two wheels. It is curious to see a Frenchman digging. He is like a child playing. There is a want of energy about his labor, which is everywhere remarkable. You will find Montreuil in the map we passed through it-an old walled town going to decay. Nouvion we found a very pretty clean French town. At Abbeville we stopped to dine-a walled town-every thing French. It lies on the river Somme, a broad stream. There were so many things at dinner that I was like to be starved. I have a great horror at their French dishes. Their light wines I find very delightful, and I think peculiarly agreeing with me.

Sunday, April 14.-After a tolerable night spent in the Diligence, we arrived in Paris, I grieve to say, near 12 o'clock. The Diligence was very heavily laden with ingots of silver, and was very late. After being nearly devoured by French porters, and having dressed ourselves, we sallied forth in search of the Protestant church. Alas! poor Paris knows no Sabbath. I never knew what Sabbath-breaking was till I saw Paris. Hardly any of the shops were shut at all. Pleasure seemed to be the order of the day. Every right-thinking mind must be deeply wounded at the sight of such a Sodom. M. Monod's church was just coming out when we found it. In the afternoon we went to Marbeuf Chapel, across the Champs Elysées. In that heaven of the Parisians, boys and girls were going round in swings-older people amusing themselves in other ways, and all the fashionables walking or riding about. One thing struck me very much in France, the ladies wear no bonnets, but walk about just as they do within doors. Marbeuf Chapel was a sweet sanctuary from the unholy din without. We had an excellent English sermon; Mr. Goulen was the clergyman's name. In the evening we heard M. Monod preach in French. I could follow a little. The French Protestants have about 400 ministers in all France; nearly one-half of whom are esteemed faithful men. Fourteen faithful sermons are preached in Paris every Sabbath day. They follow the Presbyterian form-have no liturgy, and sing the psalms with all their heart.

Monday, April 15.-Walked through the Louvre, Tuileries, and Champs Elysées-sun very hot. Called on Mr. Evans, who was