CHAPTER II.

A VISIT TO THE TOWER.

I HAVE been twenty-four days in London. To the man who has time to spare, and money to spend, it is worth all the pains to walk one day each in St. Paul's, Westminster Abbey, and the Tower. In the former you read the monuments, and tread over the bones and dust of all that were once great, and many that were good, for the past thousand years-kings, warriors, benefactors, and destroyers of men, eloquent divines and accomplished females, profound statesmen, historians and poets-all tumbled in one promiscuous heap of death. In the poet's corner you tread over the dust of Dryden, Pope, and scores of others, who in their day shook the sides of laughterlooking faces; but now, there they lie themselvesO, how mute! In the tower, within whose blackened walls for nearly twenty centuries, alternately, was heard the music and the dance, the sound of laughter and revelry, with the screams of the tortured, and the groans of the murdered. Over floors stained, and along walls besprinkled with the blood of the beauties of that day, you now walk with the wardens in the same costume which they wore in the days of Henry

To describe my feelings, or what I saw, is impossible; but while I held in my hand the axe which severed the heads of the beautiful Ann Bolyn, Lady Jane Grey, and Mary of Scotland, I felt proud that the annals of my adopted country was not stained by deeds so barbarous and unmanly. Says I to the warden: 66 your Fiddlers and Trollopes talk of refinement-the standard of refinement is estimated in all countries by the respect in which their women are held. Now, Sir, were they to attempt in America to cut off the head of a beautiful woman, every rifle, from Maine to Georgia, would be raised in her defence." He smiled at my remark. He soon observed that, from my tongue he should take me for a Scotchman. I said I thought the same of him-it was the case; and being countrymen, he conducted me around, and described every thing with great attention.

I saw in London women, dressed neat and clean, trundelling wheelbarrows in the middle of the streets, seemingly carrying home or taking clothes to be washed. In the markets of London and Liverpool are thousands of women, who make their living by carrying home the meat and vegetables. They have round baskets which they place on their heads. I have met delicate, good looking females, trembling under the loads they carried. You may see them in groups and rows, their baskets in hand. As you pass along the market, you are interrogated at every step, with " "Sir, do you want a basket ?"" Please, Sir, to take a basket," &c.

It don't seem to be the custom in London to take a servant with them to market.

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CHAPTER I.

JOURNAL FROM NEW-YORK TO LIVERPOOL-REFLECTIONS ON LEAVING LAND-SEAMEN'S CHARACTER-A PASSENGER FROM SHIP GENERAL WILLIAMS-A FUNERAL AT SEA.

Oct. 9, 1833—Ship George Washington, at 12 P.M., with a strong northwester and an unclouded sky, we took our departure from the Hook, the light-house due west three miles; shortly after we lost sight of land. I have more than once known what it is to take the last look of the land which contained all I held dear. It is at times such as this that the imagination delights to be busy, and at which she often plays the tyrant over the affections, by throwing the charms of a double fascination around the objects and scenes from which we are torn, as, with rapid pencil, she sketches in vivid colouring all I have left behind. I keenly feel the reality of my departure, and am almost ready to wonder that I could voluntarily have undertaken, at such a sacrifice, a voyage, attended with much uncertainty, and necessarily involving many a hazard; but in my better judgment I cannot

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and do not regret it. I think the duty has been pointed out plainly by the dispensations of Him who directs alike the destinies of angels and of men, not to be followed with unshaken confidence and good cheer-a firm belief in a particular providence, in that governance of the world which regulates, not only the larger affairs of men and of nations, but which extends to the minutest concerns of the creatures of God, till, without him, not even a sparrow falleth to the ground, next to those truths which assure us of the remission of sin through the shedding of blood, and which brings the life and immortality of the gospel to light. The Bible unfolds, (in my opinion,) not another doctrine more precious, or more consoling than this. I delight to believe, also, that special paths of duty are often made so plain, that there can scarcely be a mistake in entering upon and pursuing them.

This belief, with the persuasion that my present situation is one of duty, keeps my mind in perfect peace, and even emboldens me to appreciate to myself the assurance, Behold I am with thee, and will keep thee in all places whither thou goest, and will bring thee again into this land, for I will never leave thee, nor forsake thee."

Another cause of quietude springs from the declaration, (which I also firmly believe,) that the effectual fervent prayer of the righteous man availeth much. I know I have many such friends by whom I am not forgotten. What a glorious religion is that which the Christian possesses? How unsearchable are its riches of wisdom and grace. A religion rescu