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him over, and teaches him that he is not more than human. But he was speedily on his feet again, and that was the last of his maritime disasters. All the way over the sea he was rejoicing in the beauty, the grandeur, and glory of the ocean. In the storms he was confident, and delighted to fix himself in the bows of the ship that he might see and feel the power and majesty of the waves. And if he had been compelled to say with the Psalmist, "All thy billows have gone over me," I think he would have been calm and trusting, for he knew that in the uttermost part of the sea the hand of the Lord would lead and uphold him. He was not anxious to reach the shores of Europe. Our voyage in a packet-ship, Capt. Hovey, with a pleasant cabinful of passengers, was made in sixteen days, and Righter was one of many who would have been glad to extend it a week longer.
On landing at Portsmouth, on Sabbath morning, he walked to the Parish Church of St. Thomas, where we united in thanksgiving to Almighty God for his care over us while on the deep. The next day he was wandering over the Isle of Wight. At Ryde he calls on the Rev. Dr. Ferguson with whom he is greatly pleased, and the gratification would seem to have been mutual, for he acknowledges the gift of a volume of sermons from the Dr. as a token of his regard. He ad
mires the lovely scenery through which he passes; the smooth roads, the hedges and flowers, and green fields, a vision of rural culture and widespread taste in the order of nature, which he had never enjoyed before. The ancient Carisbrooke Castle impresses him deeply with its walls and battlements, its remarkable well, its romantic history. But even more does his spirit find refreshment and delight in a pilgrimage to the grave of the Dairyman's Daughter in Areton Church-yard. He notes the tolling of the bell and the funeral procession that marked his visit there. He gathers flowers from among the tombs to send to friends at home; for his heart was with them always, and when enjoying things abroad the most, he was always thinking of ways and means to share it with those far away.
He hastens to London and records his "first impressions" of the great city. Lost in its vastness, he seems, from his brief notes, to be overwhelmed with a sense of the extent and power of the great metropolis, so that it required time to adjust his mind to the new world by which he was surrounded. But he was soon studying it systematically and thoroughly, visiting its great benevolent institutions, finding access to public men, enjoying the private hospitalities of many kind friends whom he found or made.
He pursued his journey to France and Swit
zerland, ENJOYING everything with a heartiness refreshing to his companions, and making notes in his journal, giving glimpses of his own character that will present him pleasingly to the reader. We will make a few extracts from his note books which are before us, to the number of a dozen or
EXTRACTS FROM HIS JOURNALS-PARIS-MEET
INGS WITH CHRISTIAN FRIENDS-SWITZERLAND -CHAMOUNI AND THE ALPS.
FROM MR. RIGHTER'S JOURNAL.
SUNDAY, June 10th, 1853.-In the afternoon we receive an invitation to attend a little prayer meeting of Americans at the house of a good lady resident here, and we hail the opportunity with joy; we go, and find a delightful little gathering and union of Christian hearts there, and it indeed seems like the house of God and the gate of heaven to our souls. It is proposed, as the need is peculiarly felt by those present, to make an effort to establish an American Church in Paris, where service will be performed for their benefit especially; which shall be attractive to them, and will make them feel at home in their church in a strange land. It meets the approbation and earnest prayer of all present, and I trust may result through the effort and prayer of that little meeting in Rue d'Astorq. In the evening we hear Mr. Bridel in his neat little evangelical chapel. The tones of his voice are very touching, and
much effect is produced on the audience. The singing in French, by the congregation, is very delightful indeed to us who have been so long from heart-felt devotional worship.
MONDAY, June 11th.-In the evening we attend another meeting to consult in reference to the expediency of establishing an American Church in Paris. The need is felt deeply by all present. Rev. Mr. Bridel, the protestant evangelical French minister in the city, gives an affecting account of the cases in which young men from America, entire strangers, have written to him in times of sickness, to come and visit them. And how far more grateful and useful to them in such cases, would be an American Christian brother from their own native land. He would be the medium, also, between the Americans and French, the religious ambassador here. There are two hundred American families resident here, and five hundred or two thousand persons constantly here for business or pleasure. All these might be attracted to a house of God. I trust the movement will meet with a cordial response from America.
WEDNESDAY, July 27th, 1853.—At length we arrive in the lovely vale of Chamouni with the summit of Mont Blanc before us, and the mer de glace and mountain peaks around. It is a lovely spot in a clear summer evening, as the last