At Boston I had the pleasure of an interview with the late venerable Dr. Worcester, the secretary of the American Missionary Society, and received much interesting intelligence from the Missionary Board, and its excellent treasurer. There I found an association of young men, who have set apart a portion of their income for the establishment of a missionary press at Jerusalem. There also I had the gratification of seeing Henry Martyn in an American dress, going forth in the character of a departed saint, to advance in the West the cause in which he himself fell so early and lamented a sacrifice in the East; to fan, in the very scenes where his beloved though unknown Henry Brainerd had laboured and expired, the missionary zeal which that eminent man had kindled; and to animate every succeeding American missionary by an affecting proof, that a ray of fervent piety, though emanating from the solitudes of an American forest, may penetrate even the cloisters of Cambridge, and revive a fainting bosom in the deserts of Persia or Hindostan.

While visiting a friend in New-York, I was informed that it was in the adjoining room that the agents of the African Colonization Society, and their supporters, assembled for prayer the night previous to the sailing of the first expedition, of whose melancholy fate we had just received the intelligence.

In Philadelphia, the Sunday after my arrival, I heard our excellent Liturgy for the first time on these western shores; and the impression it was calculated to make on my mind was deepened by

the circumstance of its being sacrament Sunday and by the stillness and decorum which I had never witnessed even in England. Here I was also much gratified by meeting with the aged Bishop White, one of the bishops who went over to England after the Revolution, to be consecrated, in order that episcopal authority might be transmitted to the latest generations of America, through the legitimate channel in which it had flowed since the laying on of Apostolic hands. Our excellent Granville Sharp, and his meritorious efforts in his cause, came forcibly to my recollection.

While drinking tea with a friend in Baltimore, one of the females of the family came in, who I learnt had been attending an adult school in which there were 180 Blacks. She told me there were 600 Blacks in the Sunday schools in the city; and that they had lately formed themselves into a Bible Association, and been received into connexion with the Baltimore Bible Society. At the same place, a letter was shewn to me just received from the Black person on whom the management of the expedition of the Colonization Society devolved, on the White agents falling a sacrifice to the dreadful mortality with which the settlers were visited. On a desert shore, deprived by death of the White conductors, to whom he and his companions looked for protection-depressed by the successive deaths of his Black friends, and harassed by the delays, irregularities, and suspicious conduct of the native chiefs-he writes in a strain of fortitude and piety, deserving

of imitation. "But, thank God," he says, "though cut off from my friends, and relations, and family, and the comforts of civilized life, our people dropping off daily, myself labouring under great bodily weakness, and an important charge lying upon me, I can truly say that I rejoice that I came to Africa. O that what few days I am spared in this world, it may be to do good!" And yet this person, I was told, was once an American Slave.

At Washington, I attended Divine service in the House of Representatives; a magnificent hall in the capital, which is always appropriated to this purpose on Sundays. The sermon was an impressive one, from the words, "The glorious Gospel of Christ;" and you will readily believe, that the promulgation of this Gospel in the capital of this vast continent, in the new chamber of its Legislature, under the fostering care of its popular Government, was well calculated to excite the most interesting reflections. The scene reminded me of the period when they shall come from the east, and from the west, and from the north, and from the south, and shall sit down in the kingdom of God;" and when I recollected how long the Star had appeared in the East, before it shed its radiance on the darkness of these Western shores, -whose very existence a few centuries since was unsuspected, and which had long been abandoned to Indian superstitions, which had only just ceased to linger in the primeval forests which surrounded us, and on the banks of rivers which yet bear their Indian names,-I seemed admitted

to a closer view of that mysterious progression by which "the kingdoms of this world shall become the kingdoms of our Lord and of his Christ, and He shall reign for ever and ever." This train of thought, the place, the congregation, the surrounding scene, conspired to give a peculiar interest to the verses with which the service was concluded.

How happy are our ears," &c.

To enter fully into my feelings, you must recollect my distance from the scene where we have usually sung these words; and that when I hear of the East, I do not here think of India and China only, but include Europe and Africa, and with them dear England, in the idea which is present to my imagination. On my return to my inn, I dined in company with my friends the Indian Deputation of the Creeks and Cherokees, to whom I have already introduced you. In the afternoon, I sat in the seat next to the President's in the Episcopal Church, where we had an excellent sequel to our morning's sermon, from the words, "How shall we escape if we neglect so great salvation ?"

When visiting General Washington's tomb, in his favourite retreat at Mount Vernon, on the banks of the Potomac, my black attendant informed me, that the domestics,-about thirty I believe in number, and principally slaves,-assembled morning and evening for family worship, at which the Hon. Bushrod Washington, the present occupier of Mount Vernon, and a Judge of the Supreme Court, presides. When I was shown

into the Judge's study, Scott's Bible and Dr. Dwight's Theology were before him, as if just laid aside, and gave rise to a little conversation. In speaking of the African Colonization Society, of which he is the President, he remarked, that the most interesting light in which he regarded it, was as an instrument for the conversion of the Africans to Christianity; that he conceived this would ultimately be accomplished by native teachers; and that the Colonization Society, by the introduction into Africa of social arrangements and religious institutions, was calculated to raise up a supply of native instructors, and thus to form an important link in that chain of secondary causes which are to establish the kingdom of the Messiah in every quarter of the globe.

At Charleston, in South Carolina, at the Episcopal Church, at the door of which I counted seventeen carriages, I had the gratification of seeing some slaves receive the sacrament at the same table as their masters, some of whom were of the first rank of Carolinian planters.

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At Augusta, in Georgia, I thought with much interest on the late excellent Miss Smelt, whose Memoirs I had read in England: and although I could not find her grave in the church-yard, it was with great pleasure that I passed a solitary Sabbath in this foreign land amid the scenes where her early piety was cherished and matured.

The following Sunday, in a remoter part of Georgia, near the borders of the Indian Nation, my feelings were still more strongly excited. I attended a Negro congregation assembled in the