27th." Left Magdeburg for Brunswick. The interesting vaults at the Cathedral, we saw before seven in the morning; they were completed in 1194, by Henry the Lion, after his return from the Holy Land. He was one of the most illustrious princes of the house of Guelph, and from him our royal family descends. Here are his tomb, and that of Matilda his princess, daughter of Henry II., and sister of Richard Coeur de Lion: the ducal family are buried in the vaults beneath. There lie the Duke and his son, the former fell at Jena, and the latter at Waterloo,—both surrounded with withered garlands brought by their attached countrymen, and two black flags presented by the matrons and maidens of Brunswick wave over them. Between these two coffins, lies Caroline of Brunswick, consort of George IV.; she dictated the inscription on the original silver plate, Murdered Queen of England;' but it was exchanged for another, having only names, dates, and titles. We were surrounded with the royal dead, the gloomy place was illuminated with wax candles, and was a humiliating scene. Coffins of all sizes, containing the great of this world, now food for worms! At eight we started for Hanover, arrived at ten, and saw the royal studabout 300 lovely creatures. We walked in the park of the King of Hanover, and saw the exterior of his palace, and the house of Prince George, his son; they were not so grand as that of the Duke of Cumberland in England, and did not look like the residence of English royalty. The pillar erected to the memory of those who fell at Waterloo, with their names, is a fine structure.

At the table d'hôte, met Count de L, who married the niece of the Marquis of L, he showed us great attention, went to the railroad with us, and watched our departure. We arrived at Zelle at six, and slept there. We reached Haarburg, at half-past nine, the next morning, whence we proceeded by steamer to Hamburg, to the Victoria Hotel.

"On Sunday, we drove by mistake to the Methodist Association, held in a small room, where we had an excellent sermon from a Mr. Walker; after service, we returned a hymn-book to one who had kindly lent it, and who proved to be the captain of the vessel by which we were to sail, the Countess of Lonsdale.' He directed us to the Independent Chapel, known as the English Reformed Church.' In the evening we went there, and heard Mr. Smith, a former student at Rotherham, preach an excellent sermon. In conversation with him and the two deacons, we first heard that our visit to Gräfenberg had been blest to our kind friend Mrs. K—. With new feelings we anticipated our visit to her on the next day, and I could not help counting the hours till I should meet this dear addition to the happy family. Mr. K-, fetched us in his carriage. The views from the elevated ground on the road of the Elbe, are splendid. At a certain point we left the carriage, and walked through a succession of grounds overlooking the river, to Mr. K's house; at about a quarter of a mile from it, Mrs. K- met us. My heart did, indeed, glow to see her; many former conversations made her an object of interest, but the crowning one

A little conversation

was the change in her character. elicited the fact; but the more we talked, the firmer became my conviction, that the new nature was wrought in her by the Spirit of God; the time spent beneath her roof was one of unspeakable delight to me. At halfpast eight, we went on board the 'Countess of Lonsdale' steamer. I arose early, and went into the saloon, and spent nearly an hour alone-but not alone! At breakfast, we first ascertained what companions we had for our long voyage. Among them was a daughter of Mr. Oucken, who had been recently persecuted in Denmark, for circulating the Scriptures and preaching the gospel : also a lady who was going over to be married to him, a clergyman and his wife-not our sort, Mr. L——— Mr. and Mrs. H-, taken in at Cuxhaven, a son of Rev. F. N-, an elegant young man, and his friend, with several others; but only five ladies: so much the better for our snug cabin. While passing out from the mouth of the Elbe, where there had been a slight squall twenty-four hours previously, the vessel rolled, and made us all ill. I went to bed, finding the other ladies had preceded me, and slept soundly.

To-day, September 3rd, I am full of hope in the prospect of soon reaching dear Old England-there may I testify my love to Him, who has granted to us mercies so unnumbered, by an entire, renewed, consecration of my all to His glory."

CHAPTER XII.

VISIT TO ST. LEONARD'S AND HASTINGS.

THE Continental tour and the visit to Silesia, recorded in the preceding chapter, greatly improved Mrs. Sherman's general health, which for some time after her return was sustained, to the astonishment and comfort of her friends. Hope, naturally buoyant in her cheerful temper, became lively and vigorous. Her recovery, before encompassed with uncertainty, she now anticipated with confidence, and told her husband, in cheerful accents, that as she felt better than for months previously, she was assured the Lord would again permit her to labour in his vineyard. Her cough, however, had never been effectually subdued, and as the winter advanced, began to show fearful symptoms of increased violence. At the commencement of the year 1847, the strength previously gained declined, and the appetite which had been remarkably renewed, rapidly failed. Though the Parsonage is situated very favourably for a consumptive patient, being protected entirely from the north and east, it was thought by her physician that the atmosphere of London aggravated her disease; therefore, as a change for the invalid, rather than with any expectation of permanent amendment, he ordered her for a few weeks to her father's residence at Enfield,

where every attention that love could invent was paid to the precious saint. Here, spasmodic attacks of coughing, which were enough to excite sympathy for the patient, cheerful sufferer, in the coldest heart, produced dreadful exhaustion, and brought her very low. Yet she rallied again and again, and it appeared for a few days, as if the symptoms had taken a favourable turn, and that notwithstanding all she had suffered, she might hereafter, again "work the work of the Lord." She was not wholly deprived of attending worship on the Sabbath-occasionally in the morning or afternoon, she ventured among the assembled saints, and ate with a keener spiritual relish the bread that came down from heaven. But even a short service was more than her enfeebled strength could sustain, without increased suffering; and often has her determination to go where God dwells," cost her the sacrifice of a night's rest and much bodily comfort; still what relative could authoritatively interpose or resist the touching remonstrance, "Let me go-I may not worship with you long on earth, and if I do suffer a little more in my body, my spirit is refreshed with the dews which fall on Zion's hill-O, it is good to be there!"

Rather than attempt to describe the state of her mind, and its gracious employment, it will be preferable to shew both, in some portions of letters which she wrote at this period. These will prove how near the verge of heaven her

spirit lived, from whence she derived her solid peace, and how intent she was on serving her incarnate Lord, through the remaining