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from his journal. He had evidently postponed the task of transcribing from his rough notes until he could command more leisure; and as they cannot now be found, we are unable to give his impressions of Switzerland, or to trace his course homeward through Germany and down the Rhine.

The only passing allusion to Switzerland we can introduce, is contained in the following familiar letter addressed to his aunt.

"Lausanne Hotel, Gillán, September 25th.

"MY DEAR AUNTIE,-You would be amused if you saw me at this moment penning you a letter in the private boudoir of a strange lady at our hotel, of whom we know nothing beyond the name. But such is the perfection to which travelling on the Continent has arrived, that every one is your friend from peasant to prince. From being alone, we have made acquaintances at almost every place where we have stopped, and have invariably found them nice people. I met some pleasant young ladies at our hotel, with whom we afterwards travelled in the same Diligence to Renie, and as they had no gentleman protector, I did my best in that way, and they in return were most gracious to us. Suspecting from something dropped that we were rather short of money, though not the slightest hint was given, one of the party came to Miss C- and offered her funds until we had received our letters at Lausanne. They knew nothing of us beyond our names, and I don't think even that, so

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we had reason to be proud of such unsought confidence. We bade them good-bye as though we had met for years, and I have strong hopes of seeing them again, if not here, next at Chamouni. At present our travelling companions consist of a young, and an old gentlemen and lady, in whose boudoir I am writing this. We are at a pension close to Lausanne, but on the borders of the Lake of Geneva, and as we drove out last evening, beneath a beautiful moon, the whole scene was delightful. A mist, however, rendered the Alps somewhat indistinct, and there was some difference of opinion between the old gentleman and myself as to which was Mont Blanc. It. was useless, however, to shed tears, as the distance at present is so great that an obscure glimpse is all you can get of the monarch of mountains. We found an order on the bank awaiting us here. We go to-morrow or next day to Chamouni by way of Geneva, steaming down the lake, which will be charming, as the weather is fine, and not so warm as in the middle of summer. I wish some of you were here to enjoy the beauties of Switzerland. I do not think Pa saw one-half. By the merest chance we stayed a night at Friberg. We heard such music as you could scarcely conceive of from the grandest organ in the world. We wended our way to the Cathedral at about dusk. A dim light which hung near the altar gave the church the appearance of some mysterious, unearthly place. There were only about twenty of us present, and all English. Amid the silence, which one seemed afraid to break, a soft note was touched, then another, and another, till the deep tones rolled out like thunder, and you were almost overpowered. It ceased, and you heard nothing, but the softest

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chord, so exquisitely fine that every nerve was stretched to catch the sound. It was one of the old hymns I had often heard, but the question suggested itself, 'What is it that makes the difference?' He played 'God save the Queen,' with numberless variations; and, 'See the Conquering Hero comes,' as a compliment to the English. A piece called 'Thunder, 'played by a German, was really astounding; it was wonderful how human fingers could produce it. When we returned, Miss C said, 'Well, this is worth coming all the way from England to hear, if we heard or saw nothing else.' It is a strange and romantic city, and we were sorry to leave it.

"Your affectionate nephew,

"J. WHITMORE WINSLOW."

Through the good hand of God upon him he returned to us, charmed and instructed by all that he had seen and felt-his Christianity and his Protestantism confirmed, rather than shaken, by a closer acquaintance with the infidelity and popery with which he had been so constantly confronted abroad. The portrait which forms the frontispiece of this volume is copied from a photographic sketch taken in the course of this little tour.

CHAPTER IV.

The Divine Glory in concealing-Second year at Trinity-Letters to his cousins-Journal-Influence of the Scriptures-Prayer and Study-Examples: Watts, Milton, Bacon, Johnson, Payson, Whitmore Winslow- Honours in Logic-" Dublin University Prayer Union "-Appeal for missionaries-Henry Martyn— "Undergraduates' Philosophical Society "-Service in Wicklow mountains-His views of dancing-Sympathy with studentsRev. Charles Simeon-Sermon to young men-Rev. John Gregg's class-Close of Journal.

Ir has been remarked that it is difficult to say whether the glory of God appears more in what He displays or in what He conceals of His operations and designs. Perhaps, with our present limited knowledge, it would be impossible to speak with exactness; but of this we may be assured, that, whatever He does is worthy of Himself— that, whether the moving pillar that guides our journeyings turns to us a bright or a cloudy aspect, it is conducting us truly and safely onward, and will certainly bring us to our Father's house—the heavenly Canaan of our eternal rest. Were the personal experiences of God's people compared, it would, perhaps, be found that it was neither day nor night, but the skilful and harmonious blending

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of light and shade-the combination of discovery and concealment-which traced each path along which a covenant God was leading them. yet, how often are we compelled to pause in our journey and exclaim-not in rebellion, but in awful astonishment," Verily, Thou art a God that hidest Thyself!" Profoundly indebted as we are to the love of God for His revelations, not less so are we for His concealments. It is His glory and it is our happiness that He often veils from us the thing that He is about to do. It is thus that we are led to thread our way through the maze of life, in the constant exercise of a child-like faith in God; and it is thus, moreover, that impressions of the Divine excellence are made upon the mind the most vivid and profound. Oh yes, it is the glory of Godand His goodness is His glory-to conceal His purposes and ways; and it was thus darkly, yet graciously, He was now guiding the footsteps of His young servant!

In November, 1854, Whitmore Winslow entered upon his second and last year at Trinity. The place in his rooms, rendered vacant by the removal of his cousin to Cambridge, was occupied by a gentleman admirably fitted by piety, intelligence, and taste, to inspire his friendship, and to participate in his studies. The freshness and earnestness