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I think, ht it was to his sisters He expressed once, and but once in

ed charm of the hills, and an

inborn affection for the dark roof and hoary walls he called his

holoom than pleasure in the tone and

words in which the sentiment was manifested; and never did he see silence--never seek

out or dwell upon the thousand peaceful delights they could yield

Incommunicative as he was, so his ot an idea of its calibre

when I heard him preach in his own church at Morton I wish I could

describe that sermon: but it is past my power I cannot even

render faithfully the effect it produced on an calm--and indeed, as far as delivery and pitch of voice

went, it was calm to the end: an earnestly felt, yet strictly

restrained zeal breathed soon in the distinct accents, and prorew to force--compressed, condensed,

controlled The heart was thrilled, the mind astonished, by the

power of the preacher: neither were softened Throughout there was

a strange bitterness; an absence of consolatory gentleness; stern

allusions to Calvinistic doctrines--election, predestination,

reprobation--were frequent; and each reference to these points

sounded like a sentence pronounced for doo better, calhtened by his