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enjoyed amidst the riches and splendour of her strength would be giờen her from heaven for her owo country:

pions undertaking. In happy ignorance the child of the exiles grew When Prasca returned to the hut, she saw her up. They had no books to teach her, and no father sitting at the door smoking a long pipe, heart to set about what appeared a bopeless and with a calmer and more composed look than usual. unnecessary work. She had never learned to read She thought the opportuity a good one; and, or write; and yet ignorant in one sense she was seating herself at his feet, begged him to listen to not, for she had learned what was far better- what she had to say ; and then, in a serious manshe had learned to pray. From her mother, it ner and earnest tone of voice, opened to him her would seem, she received the first principles of plan of going to Petersburgh, anxiously entreatreligion ; but it was God himself who, in a pecu- \ing him to consent to it, and let her set out as liar manner, blessed the good seed sown in her soon as possible. Loupouloff listened in silence; heart, so that it ripened and brought forth much smiled half in kindness, half in bitterness ; and, fruit. At an age when few children think of such turning from his child, called loudly to her mother, things, she would go alone into a solitary part of who was busy in doors. the forest, and there, kneeling down, would pray “Wife,” he said, with a laugh that was anyin secret to her beavenly Father. No wonder, thing but mirthful, “ we will send no more letters then, if every day she increased in holiness, and to the governor. Here is a friend who offers to ler mind became more and more filled with peace take our message to the emperor. Prasca is going

to walk across the country this very afternoon, One thing alone prevented Prasca from feeling and set every thing to rights for us at Petersburgh. always happy, and this was the melancholy she come, and hear how she has been planning out could not belp remarking at times in her parents' her journey ;” and he laughed again. countenances, especially in that of her father. It «° I wish she would plan out her work,” said is true that not a word was ever spoken in her the mother, “ instead of talkivg nonsense. I presence of their altered circumstances; but many have been wanting ber this last balf-hour to clear things made ber suspeet that some secret grief the table for dinner. Come, Prasca,” she added, pressed heavily on their minds; and her sus- in a kinder tone; for the poor little girl's eyes picions were soon changed into certainty. One were full of tears, come, dear child: I cannot night, she overheard from her bed, through a hole spare you just yet. Wben dinner is over, you in the partition of their hot, the loud and des- sball set out : the walk is nothing at all; and the pairing lamentations of Loupouloff. He had all days are long enough." that day been unusually dejected, in consequence Prasca felt sadly mortified. Had her parents of the failure of an attempt he had made to in- spoken angrily, she would not have been half so terest the governor of Tobolsk in his favour ; and, much disheartened ; for, in a frame of mind like when alone with his wife, be broke out into vio- bers, nothing is so hard to bear as ridicule. Her lent complaints, talked of death as a less dreadful resolution, however, remained unshaken, and she punishment than exile, and with many bitter words hoped soon to find another and a better opporaccused the emperor of cruelty and injustice. tunity of speaking to ber father, and showing him Prasca listened attentively, and presentlý heard she was really in earnest. In the mean time, the her mother attempting to soothe him; and her journey was continually in her mind. She knew own name was mentioned.

there would be many difficulties in the way, “Do not talk of my child,” exclaimed Lou- | though she knew not all, or half of them : above pouloff wildly: "the very sight of her breaks my all, she knew that she must first get a passport; heart. The idea of her spending her life in this but how was this to be done? She wished for a dismal place is the greatest of my sorrows." friend to advise and direct her, and, for want of a

Sbe heard him pace up and down the narrow better, determined to open her mind to one of their room, refusing to be comforted; and she also companions in exile, whose name was Neiler. heard her mother sob convulsively.

This Neiler was a German by birth, and a tailor The long, sad night passed away ; and Prasca, by trade. For what offence he had been sent to who had never closed her eyes, arose in the morn

Siberia remained a secret. He had once lived a ing full of grief. She felt afraid to speak to her year at Moscow, in the service of one of the proparents of what she had heard ; and, uncertain fessors of the university, and had there picked up what to do, she went into the forest, and there little learning, of which he made a great show; knelt down under the shade of some old birch- so that he was looked up to as a sort of oracle by trees, a favourite spot, where she had often before bis neighbours; though, in truth, a more shallow, enjoyed hours of meditation and prayer. As she conceited man was hardly to be met with in the fervently implored the Lord to look with merciful whole Russian empire. Prasca had often seen compassion on her father, the thought came sud- him at her father's, and been distressed by his denly into her mind, “Why should not I go to Aippant way of talking on serious subjects : she the emperor, and kneel to him as I am now kneel thought, however, that one so clever as Neiler ing to God? Why cannot I speak to him, who, was considered by all those around him might after all, is but a man--and ask him to let my very likely be able to tell her what she wished to parents return to their country ?" Again she know. Some time, bowever, passed away before prayed, and with more earnestness than before; she had any opportunity of seeing him alone. and it is reirarkable that from that instant-till, It was now the middle of summer; for there after three years of difficulty and danger, her pur- is a summer even in Siberia, though a very short pose was accomplished and her father restored one. About the last week in May the frost genenever did a single doubt cross her mind, never rally breaks up, and a sudden change takes place. did she feel less than perfect confidence that At the end of two or three days the ice and

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snow are gone; the birch-trees are covered with more and more convinced that the appointed time leaves, which come out so fast, that those who was in better hands than her own. walk in the forest may hear the bursting of the The appointed time came. The messenger at buds; the larches are of a bright green, and their last arrived ; and, with the passport in her hand, pink blossoms hang from every bough; reeds Prasca again sat at her father's feet; and now it spring up by the sides of the streams ; and Aocks was not, as before, a matter of jest. The last few of white cranes and wild geese are seen flying months had made a great difference in her parents' over the ponds, building their nests, and rearing feelings towards her, and she was become less their

The Siberian squirrel leaps from child than their friend. Her remarkable strength tree to tree, and plays merrily amongst the of mind, the uprightness of her character, and the branches. All nature seems to rejoice, till the holiness of her life, had made an impression on north wind returns in September, and all is again them, of which they were not themselves aware: ice and snow.

they consulted her on all occasions, and spoke It happened that, one day during this pleasant openly in her presence of their past happiness and season, Prasca was sent by her mother to wash present sorrow. When, therefore, she again some linen in a particular part of the lake at a begged their blessing on her journey, her father · little distance from the hut. Having finished only wept, and entreated her not to leave them. what she had to do, she packed her linen in a “ My poor child,” he said, “you do not know basket, and sat down for an instant to rest herself. what it is to travel 800 leagues! How will you Alone, as she supposed, and with her usual pious find your way from one town to another? What thoughts in her mind, she looked up to heaven, will become of you in the deep snow? How will and clasped her hands in an attitude of devotion. you cross mountains, and rivers, and wilderSuddenly a footstep startled her ; and, looking nesses ?” up, she saw Neiler close behind, with an ironical “ And the emperor,” continued her mother: smile on his countenance.

'you talk of the emperor, as if it were as easy to Well,” he said, “and what next, I wonder ? speak to him at Petersburgh as to master Neiler Is the basket to get up and walk bome of its own in Siberia. You know nothing of the imperial accord after all these prayers ? I shall wait and palace, the guards, and the officers. Alas ! what see the miracle."

chance has a friendless stranger of being admitted “I wish,” said Prasca, “ you would not talk to his presence ?” in this way about miracles. God is able, what- And so they went on with the difficulties of the ever you may think, to make the basket walk if journey. Loupouloff, however, took the passhe pleases ; but, if he gives me strength to carry port, and, folding it in a handkercnief, put it into it, it is as much as I can expect, and more than I a place of safety. deserve.

“ Thank heaven," said Prasca, “that at least Neiler looked a little ashamed.

is a good sign. If he had been determined not “ You are a good girl," said he; “and I, un- to let me go, he would have torn it to pieces." believer as I am not so bad as you would A few days after, she renewed her request, and make me out. Come, let me carry the basket for again it was refused, though less resolutely than you: I am going towards your house."

before. Again and again she returned to the subPrasca thanked bim, and as they walked along ject; and at last her entreaties prevailed. With took courage, and mentioned the passport. Nei- many tears her parents bade her wait till the sumler listened with great good nature; and, in reply mer-only wait till the frost broke up, and not to her inquiries, told her the governor of Tobolsk another word should be said. This promise was had alone the power of granting such papers. He enough. The winter was long and severe; but, even undertook to get a letter written in herrame, like other long winters, it came at last to an end; stating the case, and promised to send it to To- and Prasca’s firm trust in heaven and confidence bolsk by the first opportunity. Her gratitude of success were unshaken by delay. was extreme; and, as they parted at the door of

CHAPTER II. her father's house,

“I am sure,” she said, “I have this day had great encouragement to pray. God has indeed It was on a mild morning, towards the end of worked a miracle for me by disposing the heart May, that Loupouloff, with a trembling hand and of an unbeliever to so much kindness. My basket faltering voice, fulfilled his promise. has got home without giving me any more fatigue the passport and his blessing at the same time to than if it had walked ; and my mind is relieved his daughter, and yielded to her earnest desire to from a great anxiety.

set out the next day. Her preparations had long Neiler was as good as his word. The letter been made: those who travel on foot, and ask was written, and given to a soldier to carry to charity as they go, are soon ready for a journey. A Tobolsk. Exiles' letters, however, are not apt to coarse canvas bag held the few things she had to be answered very speedily. Week after week, carry; and the passport, in a little oilskin purse, month after month passed away, and no passport was hung round her neck. Her last day in Siarrived. Every morning and every evening Prasca beria was one of tears, and yet of hope. Seated looked towards Tobolsk. Seldom a day passed between her parents, she soothed and encouraged that she did not walk along the road, in hopes of them by turns, talked to them of the Almighty meeting the messenger ; but all in vain. Had Friend who would be her guide to Petersburgh, her purpose been of man-had it not, as she and inspired them with some of the holy joy and always affirmed, been suggested by God himself-confidence that animated her own breast. her heart must bave failed her: as it was, she felt The news of Prasca's intended departure had each day more and more persuaded of' success, reached the bats on the other side of the lake;

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THE JOURNEY.

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and the exiles all came to see her once more, and already, young woman? Why, you were made bid her farewell. Most of them blamed her rash- for a traveller ?" and she found, to her surprise, ness in venturing on such a journey, and said it that she was returning home, instead of going on was madness in Loupouloff to allow it. Two to Petersburgh. only of the whole party spoke encouragingly. Accidents such as these often happened to Prasca

"We cannot tell,” said they, “what may be in the course of the journey. She knew nothing the end of the undertaking ; but it is a good work; of geography, and had a most confused idea of and God will bless it, if he sees fit.'

the road she was travelling. The distance from These were old men who had been long in ba- Petersburgh was so very great, more than 2,000 nishment: they had known and loved Prasca for English miles, that, when she inquired the way, twelve years; and the next morning, before sun- people often laughed at her, and would not berise, they came again, one bringing thirty brass lieve she was really going there. To avoid this, kopeks, the other a little piece of silver worth she sometimes mentioned Kioff, a town of which twenty more. It was all they had to live on for she had often heard her mother speak; for she the next fortnight; but they begged her to ac- knew it was much nearer than Petersburgh, and cept it, as a proof of their good will. With many therefore, as she supposed, all on the way to that tears she thanked them both.

city ; whereas, in fact, it is several hundred miles "I cannot take your money,” she said ;“ but in another direction. How she got on at all is I shall never forget your kindness. Should my wonderful. One day, in a solitary place, the journey be a prosperous one, I may, perhaps, be road divided into three equally beaten tracks ; able to give you some proof of my gratitude.” and, as she stood doubtful which to take, a kibick, Her parents had saved a gold rouble, and put it or sort of travelling carriage, came by, and she into her hands,

called out to ask which was the right way. “ This,” said Prasca, “would not be enough to " Which

you please,” said the driver'; “they support me by the way; and, if it were, I feel all lead to the same place: any one of the three persuaded I should not want it.” She insisted will take you to Kioff

, Rome, or Paris.” on their keeping it in case of illness, or of any un- It is hard to be laughed at when we are in foreseen expense during her absence.

trouble. Trusting, however, to Providence, she And now the sun appeared, and the hour of took the middle road, and rejoiced, when evening separation arrived. Prasca sat down : her pa- came, to find it was the right one. rents and the two exiles seated themselves like- Prasca was never able to give a clear and parwise; and for a few moments all spoke, or en- ticular account of her journey. The names of the deavoured to speak, on common and indifferent villages and small towns she passed through were subjects. This is a Russian custom, and not so so long and barbarous, few of them remained in unmeaning a one as might at first sight appear. her memory; and the dangers and difficulties of When a friend is to leave us for a long journey, one day put those of the day before out of her perhaps for ever-is it not something to sit down mind. Her usual manner was, to travel on as with him for the last time? to cheat our feelings long as the day-light lasted, and at night to beg into a momentary forgetfulness of the truth, and food and shelter in some poor cottage, where she snatch from fate a few moments of happy unre- was sure to meet with Christian hospitality and served intercourse? The spell, however, could kind treatment. In the larger towns there was not remain long unbroken: Prasca arose, em- sometimes a difference; and, generally speaking, braced her parents, commended them to heaven, the richer and better-looking the place, the less and with a hurried step left the hut. They saw charitable she found the inhabitants. On the her turn the corner of the lake, where the rocks whole, however, she always said she had reason and trees hid her from their sight. Again they to speak with gratitude of the kindness she had sat down; and this time there could be no self- received, and to bless God, who disposed of the deception, for they felt that she was really gone! hearts of so many to pity and relieve her.

And here we must leave the unhappy father Some of Prasca's adventures were, however, and mother to their grief, and the two kind too remarkable to be forgotten. Having one neighbours to the task of consolation, and accom- evening miscalculated the distance to a place pany Prasca on her journey. Not daring to stop, called Kamouïchieff, she was overtaken by the much less to look back, she walked rapidly on, darkness, and still worse, by a dreadful storm. and arrived a little after sunset at a village to a large pine-tree was torn up by the roots from which she had been directed, four or five leagues the violence of the wind, and fell before her feet; distant, where she was expected by a peasant who and the rain poured in such torrents, she was glad knew her, and kindly received her for the night to retreat to the shelter of some bushes by the into his isba, as the cottages are called in Siberia. road-side, where she remained all night. The Tired out in mind and body, she slept sound; and next morning at day-break, shivering

with cold the next morning, at dawn of day, was ready to and wet, and doubtful if her aching limbs would continue her journey. The sun shone brightly on carry her any further, she had just contrived to the beginning of her second day's pilgrimage. drag herself into the road again, when a peasant Having passed several houses, and almost got to passed by with a cart. She called after him, and the end of the street, she saw swinging over her begged him to take her as far as the town, to head the sign of an eagle, whose golden beak and which he consented ; and at eight o'clock she was outstretched wings had attracted her attention the set down in the street of Kamouïchieff, to take evening before. The host was standing at the her chance for the rest. door ; and, as she suddenly stopped to consider Prasca trembled when she saw the size of the whether she had not mistaken her way, he called houses and the wealthy appearance of the inhaout, with a good-humoured laugh, “ Back again bitants. At a low window, close by, stood a well

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dressed woman, between forty and fifty, shelling that he had changed his mind; and the sight of peas on a table. From her nothing was to be got his wife, an old woman even more unpleasantbut harsh language: she had no food or shelter, looking than himself, did not make her feel more she said, for vagabonds and beggars. At all the comfortable. The room they were sitting in was other houses in the street the unfortunate stranger large and gloomy, lighted only by pieces of pinemet with nearly the same fate : indeed, it must be wood, smelling strongly of turpentine. These confessed, her wild and haggard countenance, and were stuck into the wall in several places, and the state of her clothes, torn and covered with gave an uncertain, flickering light, that, to the mud, gave her a strange and suspicious appear- mind of Prasca, had something in it awful and

One old woman, on whose step she had unearthly. Her hosts bade her sit down; and, seated herself from fatigue, actually drove her before they offered her so much as a crust of bread, away, abusing and threatening her. Seeing a began to cross-examine her as to where she came church not far off, she turned in that direction, from, where she was going to, and what money hoping at least to find within its walls a place of she had for the journey. shelter; but the door was locked; and, as she lay “I have eighty brass kopeks,” she said, “ that in the porch, more dead than alive, a party of were given me at Kamouichieff.” And she felt boys, encouraged by the wicked old woman, be- at the moment how willingly she would have gan to pelt and insult her. A feeling of numb- given the whole sum to be out of their hands. ness came over her: there seemed nothing to hope "That cannot be," said the old woman; “eighty from the compassion of man, and she was hardly kopeks to go from Siberia to Petersburgh! you able to clasp her hands in prayer to heaven. The must have gold or notes." Almighty, however, heard her feeble cry, and “ Indeed I tell you the truth," said the poor sent her a friend in the mother of one of her tor- girl ; " and, if you please, you may see my purse." mentors, who, happening to pass at that moment, Upon this they gave her a few potatoes, and stopped to see what was the matter. Shocked at told her to lie down in her clothes on a sort of the sight of a poor young woman in such a de platform over the stove, where Russian peasants, plorable condition, she kindly raised her in her who are too poor to have beds, often pass the arms, and inquired who she was. The sound of night. She did so, taking the precaution, howher voice revived Prasca ; and she told her as ever, to leave her bag on the floor, that it might much as she was able of the object of her journey, be seen she had no fear of being searched. She and the dreadful night she had spent in the forest. could not sleep, but lay still, listening to what

“Poor thing," said the woman, “ if this is was going forward. To her extreme terror she true, you have been hardly used indeed. Come first heard the old woman carefully bolt the door, to my house : you shall have food and rest there and fasten the bars of the window-shutter. Then as long as you like.”

her husband said, in a whisper, But Prasca was by this time unable to move. “ No one saw her come in: we can do what She had lost one of her shoes in the storm, and we please.” her foot was bruised and frightfully swelled. At After a few minutes, during which she conthis melancholy sight the very children's hearts cluded they were examining the contents of her smote them for their past rudeness. Anxious to bag, he again said, make her some amends, they fetched a shutter, * This is all nonsense. She must have money. and laying her on it, carried her in triumph to Did you not see a little oilskin bag tied round her the house of her protectress. A crowd was by neck ?" And presently the old woman climbed up this time assembled ; and, the starost, or, as we the side of the stove, and Prasca saw her dreadful should say, the mayor of the town, having ex- eyes peering at her as she lay. Fearing they amined her passport, and ascertained her to be the would murder her, she begged for mercy, and daughter of an officer, on her way to Petersburgh showed the little purse with the kopeks and passto intercede for her exiled father, a general re- port, entreating them to leave the passport only, action took place. The compassion of the re- and take all the rest. To this the old woman spectable inhabitants of Kamouïchieff once stirred nade no answer, but felt in her pockets, pulled up, she received from them every mark of kind- off her boots, examined her dress from head to foot, ness and attention : they kept her amongst them and at last went down again without hurting her. a week, and gave her a pair of boots lined with Prasca heard nothing more, till, some time after, fur to continue her journey. The kind woman the deep breathing of her host and hostess assured at whose house she lodged also filled her purse her they were both asleep; and, overcome by with kopeks.

fatigue, she forgot her fear, and fell asleep also. “ Does not this prove,” said Prasca, when she When she woke it was broad daylight, and the afterwards related the story, “ that the hearts of old woman was up and cooking, and the first men are in the hands of the Lord, and that he can words she heard were to bid her come and have dispose and turn them as he sees fit?"

some stchi with them before she continued her Another time, and not long after, she chanced journey. Stchi is a sort of soup, made of salt to arrive after nightfall in a town, the name of meat and sour cabbage, on which the Russian which she never could learn exactly; and, knock- peasants live almost entirely. The old man ing at the door of the first house she came to, it brought a jug of krus, or beer made from the was opened by an old man with a most forbid- grain of rye, out of the cellar ; and they both ding countenance. He rudely inquired what she pressed her to sit down with them to breakfast. wanted; and, when she asked for a night's lodg- The terrors of the night appeared like a dream, ing, shut the door in her face. An instant after, till the old woman herself alluded to what had he called her back, and said she might come in if happened. she pleased. Prasca felt rather sorry than glad “I wanted to find out," she said, “whether

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you were an honest girl, or whether you had been stay behind. A kharstma is a solitary house, less telling us lies. We are quite satisfied about you like the inns of European countries than the cara

vansaries of the east, where nothing is provided In spite of this change in their behaviour, but the bare walls, and travellers are expected to Prasca felt no regret at leaving their house. She bring their own food, beds, and whatever else they got out of the town as quickly as she could ; and may want. Prasca's heart sank within her at the after walking some time, she sat down under a idea of remaining in this desolate place, added to tree, and had the curiosity to count the money in which the master and mistress of the house seemed her bag. What was her surprise, when, instead unwilling to be burdened with her, and looked on of eighty kopeks, she found 120! The strange her, as she thought, with an evil eye. Her couold couple had added forty more!

rage for an instant failed ; and she burst into tears. A less extraordinary but not less formidable ad- Her companions were all moved with pity; still, venture, which befell her a few days afterwards, no one went so far as to speak of lending her his deserves to be mentioned. Passing through a pelisse. Some of them offered money to buy one ; forest, three or four leagues from any habitation, but no such article was to be procured between she was suddenly attacked by a troop of fierce that place and Ekatherinemburgh. At last the wild dogs, that are sometimes to be met with in the youngest and most compassionate of the party north of Europe and Asia, acknowledging no mas- started an idea. ter, and preying on whatever defenceless creatures “ Comrades," said he, “let us take it by turns, come in their way. Her terror, when these sa- and each lend her his pelisse for an hour at a yage animals, jumping all at once on her, tore time; or rather, let her take mine once for all, her clothes, and knocked her down on the ground, and we will change at every verst." may easily be imagined ; but, in the extremity of This idea was much applauded, and they sat distress, her presence of mind never forsook her. down immediately to calculate how many changes She lay on her face like one dead, without the least there would be, and exactly how many pelisseless motion for several minutes, during which time the hours would fall to each man's share; for the dogs passed their cold noses over her neck, and Russian peasant, however kind-hearted, is a calseemed to consult what should be done next. Just culating character, and particularly objects to at this moment a noise was heard at a distance, being in any way defrauded of his own. Prasca and presently some men and horses came up; at could hardly find words to express her gratitude ; which the whole troop uttered a loud cry, more and the next morning they started in high spirits ; like that of a wolf than a dog, and bounded back the young man, who insisted on taking the first into the forest. For months afterwards, and even turn, crouched in a corner of the sledge, and cotill the day of her death, she never could think of vered with the matting. The weather got colder that dreadful cry without a shudder.

and colder, and Prasca trembled for her kind Prasca had now arrived within a few days' companions. Her prayers in this instance also journey of Ekatherinemburgh, the last town of were heard, and all arrived safe and well at EkaAsia; and, to her sorrow, it appeared the winter therinemburgh. had thoroughly set in. The icy north wind began

(To be concluded in our next number.) to blow, and the snow fell in great quantities. She was detained a week at a little village, where the inhabitants advised her on no account to ven

VILLAGE IMPROVEMENT*: ture further. Many lives had been lost, they

AN ADDRESS, said, by attempts to travel on foot in the winter; and strong able men, well acquainted with the

BY THE REV. F. B. ASHLEY, country, had missed their way, and perished miserably in the drifted snow. This was sad news,

Incumbent of Holme, Burton, Westmoreland. but her patience never forsook her; and she “ My dear friends.--I much regret that circumstayed with the poor people of the place, whose stances prevent my meeting you this evening, as I kindness in some degree comforted her, and to had intended. However, as the season will not whom she endeavoured to make herself useful by suffer delay, I take this means of alluding to the her old occupations of washing, sewing, and object for which you are called together. In the household-work. Sledges were expected to pass notice which I issued it was stated to be, to that way very soon with Christmas provisions for form some plan for the improvement of Holme, the Ekatherinenburgh market, and in one of especially with regard to keeping the ways clean, these it was thought she might find a place. To and encouraging planting in front of the cottages;' her great joy they arrived at the usual time, and and, it also stated, “It is believed that these a few kopeks paid her fare. The cold, however, things, though trifling in appearance, if generally was so intense, that it seemed to pierce through followed, would not only promote health, and her very bones. The men who accompanied ber improve the general appearance of the place, but had pelisses lined with fur, which kept out the also have a powerful moral effect.' wind ; but her clothes were thin and ragged, and “ I am among you, my dear friends, by the a piece of matting she had borrowed from one of providence of God, especially for the promotion the parcels, to wrap round her shoulders, was a of the spiritual welfare of the place. At the same poor protection in such a climate and at such a time, I would be far from being regardless of those season. Towards the close of the second day's objects, the promotion of which would tend genejourney, it became evident to the men that her rally to your comfort and happiness. The object frame could not hold out much longer; and, when to which I am about to direct your attention is a they stopped for the night at the hharsima, where

• Addressed to the merting of the Holme Improvement son they were to sleep, they strongly advised her to ciety, by the rev. incumbent, ini bis unavoidable absence.

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