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mate reason to conclude, that in no single sentence which we uttered, have we been understood to mean simply what by our words we conveyed, or in our hearts we felt. Again and again have we found it thus ; wearied by the worldliness immediately around us, we have longed to find a simplicity of purpose among those who profess the gospel as it is in Jesus; but in no case have we been understood in the same literal sense in which we have spoken. On one occasion, while addressing a dear relative, of naturally upright turn of mind, though one hardly to be considered changed by the Spirit of God, we requested to be taken simply, and, in passing, made some little observation on the insincerity which abounded. But we do not want sincerity,' was his reply. Be it so—the world does not wish for it. But this is no reason why it should be an ingredient discarded likewise by that society which is commanded no longer to be of the world;—rather let it be the distinguishing characteristic of this divinely-favoured body.

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We confess the awkwardness of our own position: we are so unfortunately literal, as always to speak our precise meaning, which we find is generally supposed to be a thing not possible. Are we in error? We have tried to think it must be so; we have felt our surpassing simplicity, have thought it childish, have heard it animadverted upon as having this tendency, have witnessed the amusement it afforded to many; yet whenever we returned to our knees, and sought the direction of our Lord himself, our instruction has been to go forward, through evil report and good report, speaking the truth without guile, and aiming at nothing, either in word or deed, but his glory. In Him, our bright example, we ever find truth and sincerity; why should we not in his followers?

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The aim of this letter will be better gathered by the readers for themselves, than explained by the writer. The latter has sought to shew the difficulty met with by "little children," when they try to serve their Lord without guile; and would endeavour to encourage such, in maintaining a conversation more in accordance with Christ's will, than is usual in more advanced Christians. Dear young friends, follow after holiness; "be ye pure, even as Christ was pure; speak the truth in righteousness," and fear not the scorn of the irreligious, no, nor of the professedly religious; for we have cause to apprehend our sisters will be too ready to smile at simplicity. Then let them smile, while we care only for that honour which cometh from God. Simplicity is not stupidity, nor will it ever be mistaken for such, by those whose opinion should be valued. Genuine uprightness will be gladly hailed among us by our brethren in the Lord; they are so accustomed to our being full of contrivance and double intention, that they never look for plain, honest truth. Let us, by the help and strength of God's Holy Spirit, teach them that grace accomplishes that for woman, which is perhaps not indigenous by nature. Let us give them evidence of that guileless candour, which will be an end of all strife in our heavenly home; let us convince them, that if we are most fitted to be hearers, while they have especially the gift of efficient speech, what we do say is spoken with honesty and singleness of heart. And may the grace of our Lord Jesus Christ abide in them and in us, more vitally, more abundantly, to the praise and glory of our God.

Requesting your forbearance with the above sentiments, I remain, dear Christian friends,

Your humble servant,

M. T. R.

tiful Achensee. See, you know, in German signifies Lake; and you who love lakes and boats so much, could bear, I think, a description, trite as descriptions now-a-days are.

But how miserably impotent are they all, when the accessories to the subject are wanting. Lakes and mountains are but common things; but when we go to describe all that gives to these an effect, a power, a charm that clings to our own memory and mind,—alas! are we not obliged, virtually to lay down the arms we wield, and in poor hacknied common-place yielding the superiority to another instrument than our favourite one, declare, that such scenes the pencil, not the pen, must describe !

The scenery of Tegernsee, less wild and grand than that of Achensee, is very pleasing. The late king of Bavaria (for we are still in his dominions) thought so, and made the old and once rich Benedictine Convent on the shores of the lake, a summer palace; at the extremity of that lake, however, it is much grander, the Bavarian Alps becoming bolder and bolder; and now we saw them at a moment particularly propitious, for a heavy fall of rain had brought down, as is common in this high region, a quantity of clear white snow which was now sparkling and beaming amid the green pastures where the Alpine shepherds make their homes for six months of the year, and on the clefts and summits of mountains and rocks where no pastures were to be found. Not far from here is the Hunger Tower, where says the old story, a knight of the cross returning from the Holy Land, and, discontented with the conduct of his spouse during his absence, shut her up to be starved

to death.

Then there are the Baths of Krenth; such a pretty

lonely spot for a moment it rivalled my favourite Rippoldsan; but Rippoldsan, on the borders of the Black Forest, is easily got at by the English, (being only a morning's journey from fashionable Baden-Baden) and Krenth is not; therefore, if I indulge a wish to return to either, it shall certainly be to the latter.

Krenth, however, is a beautiful and romantic looking little spot, an isolated watering place; its white houses, baths, lodging houses, or hotels, &c., all occupying the space of about half a mile of green upland, or verdant down, surrounded by mountains dark with solemn firs.

A short way off is the Kaiser's Klonse, one of those vast flood-gates, the opening of which in order to sweep down the timber cut in the forests above, and cast thus upon the torrent, I have witnessed with so much interest, but really dare not stop to speak of; for when am I to get to Tillerthal, or to bring this awfully long letter to an end.

At the pass of Achen, however, we are in Austria, in Tyrol; and oh! could I describe to you an evening passed in this region in a sort of hostelrie frequented by charcoal burners, which form almost its entire population: it is almost a pleasure to find that such places still exist, that you can go where no fine Hotel d'Angleterre,' and English-speaking waiter, are ready to receive you. Beneath the rock that overhung our romantic wood, we left the carriage to walk, and I thought it probable it might have been about here that the poor English gentleman, whom I had gone to inquire after at Tergensee, (having heard that he had been there for nearly three months suffering from a broken leg) had been overturned.

The romantic shore of Achensee-that deep, dark

lake, with its wild, grand boundary mountain, is now left behind; and with a heart, I trust, thanking God for permission to enjoy, and for exemption from suffering, I am here, dear A, safe and comfortable, in the Goldenes Sonne of that beautifully-situated and handsome town Insprucke, and ready, if the same good Providence, that has guided me hitherto, permit, to set out for Tillerthal, as soon as you shall have read this letter.

In the mean time, believe me affectionately yours,

S. B.

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