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him the whole state of his soul, in the presence of Mr. Dalton, and with his confirmation; and I do hope it will lead to that repentance and cleansing of heart which may prepare him for the ordination of the Lord, which I trust will not be delayed, in the great mercy and goodness of our Lord. I charged him at no rate to go to France without ordination, and I think I prevailed with him.

“But, oh! how shall I describe the beauty and the blessedness of the land through which I have travelled these three days. Whether it be that the riding on horseback gives time for the objects to enter and produce these impressions, I know not, but it seems to me as if I had never seen the beauty and the fatness of the land till now. I am filled with the admiration of it. My way to Ludlow lay over the ridge which joins the two Clay (or Clee) mountains, and, as they rose before me, in their blue and naked majesty, out of the ripe vegetation and abundant wood of the country around, I was filled with delight. My road, both yesterday and to-day, though a turnpike road, is out of the great lines, and I was as solitary and sequestered as I could have wished ; leaving me much opportunity of communion with God.

I keep this letter open till I come to Kington. My dinner, ham and egg, a cold fowl, an apple-tart and cheese, a tumbler of cider, a glass of Sicilian Tokay, of which Mr. Brydgeman put two bottles in my saddle [bags). .... I am safe in Mr. Whalley's, and have passed a good night. Tell your dear mother I had such a memento of Kirkcaldy Manse-ginger wine in a long-necked decanter.

Love and blessing to the children, and to all the house. “Your faithful and loving husband,

“ Edwd. IRVING.”

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“Ross, 23rd September. “I have but ten minutes to the post, being just arrived at Ross. A Mr. Davies came to Kington, and invited me to Hereford, and gathered an inquiring people, whom I in

* The person here referred to was a French preacher, who had been a very prominent figure in the excitement which attended the origin of the gifts" in Scotland. - See Memoir of Mr. Story of Roseneath.



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structed, under Mr. Davies' authority, as his chaplain. He has ridden thus far with me, and goes on to Monmouth, where I expect to be at tea. I am getting daily better. The Lord bless you all !"

“Chepstow, 26th September. “I was greatly comforted by your letter last night, having been in great distress of soul for dear Martin; and I give thanks to the Lord, who hath preserved him. .... Say to Mr. T—- that I spent a most agreeable night and forenoon at his brother's, and that I feel my going to Monmouth was very much for his sake and his wife's, both of whom, I think, are not far from the kingdom of heaven. I also saw and conversed much with the Rev. Mr. Davies, of whom I thought very highly. . Here, at Chepstow, the seed has indeed been sown by Mr. Sturgeon, and I am watering it with words of counsel and instruction, teaching them the way of worshipping God, and encouraging them to gather together and call upon His name. I think there is the foundation of a Church laid in this place. Now, my dear wife, I am surely better in my health, for my appetite is good, and my pulse is come to be under 100. The Lord's hand I feel to be with me, and I believe that I am doing Him service. Farewell! the Lord be your stay."

"Raglan (half way to Crickhowel),

“ Saturday, 27th September. “The inn here, at which I have just arrived to breakfast, is also the post-office, and I have about three quarters of an hour to write you. My visit to Chepstow, I feel, hath been very well bestowed. I had the people two nights to Mrs. Sturgeon's, and they came in great numbers, and I had great presence and power of the Lord in ministering to them the two chapters which we offered in the family worship, Luke xi. and Matthew xxv., and great, I am persuaded, will the fruits of Mr. Sturgeon's ministry here be. But the thing wherein the hand of the Lord is most seen is His bringing me into contact and conference with all the young clergymen round about. At Tintern, which is two thirds of the way from Monmouth to Chepstow, I rested my horse, while I went to see the famous ruins of the abbey. I had not been within




the abbey walls five minutes when there was a ring for admittance, and two young men of a scholar-like appearance came in. One immediately came forward and saluted me with information that his father, a barrister in Dublin, had once been entertained in our house, and the young man with him was also a clergyman;- with both of them I have had much close conversation, and with two at Chepstow. . My time is exhausted : I will, therefore, speak of myself. I think I may say I am indeed very much better, and hardly conscious of an invalid's feelings. .... I continue to use Dr. Darling's prescriptions, and find the good of them. Now, as concerneth speaking, I am fully persuaded, by experience, that it is the proper exercise of the lungs, and, being taken in measure, it is always good for me.

pod for me. But nothing has done me so much good as to hear of dear Martin's recovery.

That was indeed healing both to body and soul.”

“Crickhowel, 28th September. “I arrived here safe and in good order, horse and man, last night; and, because they could not get a messenger over to Mr. Waddy, who lives about two miles off, I made my arrival known by a note to the Rev. T. Price, Mr. Tudor's friend, who came to the inn very speedily, and took me up to his house to spend the evening. I find him much instructed in the truth, but holding it rather by the light of the understanding than by the faith of the Spirit; still he is, as I judge, one by whom the Lord will greatly bless this principality, through the continual prayer of the Church. Oh! tell Mr. Tudor to keep Wales upon his heart, and Price and Scale. Scale is the young man at Merthyr Tydvil who breakfasted with us once. He is a precious man-one set of the Lord for a great blessing, I am convinced, though the time be not yet fully come. He rode over to-day, and poor Waddy had ridden early all the way to Abergavenny, six miles back on the road, thinking to find me there, and ride in with me; but I had resolved that the Christian Sabbath should not fall beneath the Jewish in being a day of entire rest for man and horse. Mr. Price is a great Welsh scholar, a literary and patriotic man, full of taste and knowledge; young — that is, within my age-a bachelor, whose wife, I fear, is more his books than the Church as yet. Yet I love



him much, and owe him much love. I breakfasted with him this morning, and afterwards went to the church in this place, where an aged man, Mr. Vaughan, who fears God much, is the minister; for Mr. Price went to serve a church in Welsh some three miles off. .... We did not meet till the interval when we all went over to Mr. Price's other cure, a church over the water, close by. He preached on the coming of the Lord, a short but true sermon. Then afterwards he asked me, at the request of the family, to go with him to a sick lady, who had been prayed for, and gave the whole household ministry into my own hand. The rest of the evening I have spent with the three brethren, Price, Scale, and Waddy, and having supped upon a piece of bread and a tumbler of precious beer, homebrewed, I sit down to write to you before I offer up my worship and go to rest. Now, my dear, I think it rather of the Lord that we should remain apart till I be brought home in the good time of the Lord. . . . . It is a trial to me to be separated from you in many ways, and chiefly in this, that I may testify to you the new love with which God hath filled my bosom towards you; that I may bear you ever upon my arm, as I do now bear you upon my heart.”

“Builth (border of Radnor and Brecon),

29th September “I am again returned to the banks of the Wye, and shall ascend it to near its summit in “huge Plinlimmon.' Of all rivers that I have seen, the grace of its majesty surpasseth. I first came in sight of its scenery as we rode to Hereford, a few miles from Kington; and as far as the eye could stretch up to the mountains from which it issued, it seemed a very wilderness of beauty and fruitfulness. My eye was never satisfied with beholding it. But how impossible it is to give you an idea of the vast bosom of Herefordshire as I saw it from the high lands we cross on the way to Ross!... My soul was altogether satisfied in beholding the works of my

God.. ... But the valley of the Usk, where Crickhowel is, hath a beauty of its own, so soft, with such a feathery wood scattered over it, gracing with modesty, but not hiding, the well-cultivated sides of the mountains, whose tops are resigned to VOL. II.


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nature's wildness. . . . . Now, my dearest, of myself: I think I grow daily better by daily care and the blessing of God upon it. I ride thirty miles without any fatigue, walking down the hills to relieve my horse. . . . . I have you

I have you and the children in continual remembrance before God, and them also that are departed, expressing my continual contentedness that they are with Him. Now, farewell ! say to Martin that I am going to write him a letter about another king, St. Ethelred.”

This promised letter to his little son was never written ; but there breaks in here a birthday epistle to the little Maggie of his heart :

“ Aberystwyth, Oct. 2nd, 1834. “ MY DEAR DAUGHTER MARGARET, — This is your birthday, and I must write you a letter to express a father's joy and thanksgiving over so dear a child. Your mother writes me from Brighton, that Miss Rooke has written to her such an account of your diligence and obedience. It made me so glad that you were beginning to show that you are not only my child, but the child of God, regenerate in Baptism. Bring thou forth, my sweet child, the fruits of godliness daily, more and more abundantly. I am now got to Aberystwyth, and dwell

upon the shore of the sea, in the same house with Mr. Carré, who goes out and preaches every evening at five o'clock, and I go out and stand beside him. You will delight to hear that I am much better, through the goodness of God; and that I hope to be quite well before I reach Scotland. .... I beseech you, my beloved child, to have your soul always ready for the hand of the Lord, who is your true Father. I am but His poor representative. Now, blessings be upon thee, and dear Martin, and dear Isabella! I pray God to keep you many years in health, and afterwards to receive thee to His glory. .... Remember me with affection to all the house; and be assured that I am

“Your loving father,

“ Edwd. IRVING."

He then resumes the chronicle of his journey :

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