taken with it. Many said they wished my church was there; and it certainly seems the branch of the English Church in America called "the Protestant Episcopal Church" (a very indefinite denomination, in my opinion) has been very unprogressive. Often in travelling, when I saw the various churches in small places, I asked if there was an Episcopal church, and the answer would be, "O no, they are only in the towns." The want of system both in the ministry and services of the other "churches" not requiring a belief in Apostolical succession, was very evident. The order and decency essential to the Anglo-Catholic Church would be hailed, by many in those villages and farms, as a great spiritual comfort, and from the spirit of toleration which exists, no hostility would be raised. The fields are white to the harvest; there is a noble opening for the ministry of the Church. Come, not in the spirit of opposition but of love-on the principle that those who are not against Christ are for him. If the old Church be "Apostolic," it should surely go to the villages as well as the towns-it should visit every homestead through the forests. Many said, they have their Bibles, but they felt a want of something more, viz., a form of prayer according to the Bible, and discipline according to that of the Apostles. CHAPTER IV. A Move to the Sea, and First Visit to the CONWAYBOROUGH is waxing warm; and besides the heat, if you walk out, there are little ticks which crawl upon your skin from top to toe, and you must undress to get rid of them. As for mosquitoes, the muslin curtains keep them out at night. Mrs. I determined on a trip to the sea. W -'s plantation rested on both sides of the Wakamah river, which runs from north to south parallel with the sea, leaving a strip of about three miles, and then a creek of the sea runs behind á sand island, called "Pawley." Here about fifteen wealthy planters have selected portions of land, and covered the island with neat marine villas. I left in the buggy and pair at 5 A.M.; at twenty-six miles rested half an hour, at a farm of a Mr. Macklin, who gave good entertainment for man and horse, and would take no payment. In spite of the blockade these farmers have abundance of good things. Here you are in a "foreign land," and meet with a regular old English reception and hearty welcome: corn bread -milk-butter- honey- cider-wine-all homemade; orchards filled with peach-trees and applesthe fruit not yet ripe. Mr. Macklin's eldest son is called "Lafayette." Talking of the United States blockaders, Mrs. M. said, "they could not reckon them anything less than pirates; they invaded unoffending citizens on the coasts, insulted the women, destroyed their property, and took away their servants and cattle." The road was rough; often when a tree had fallen across it, a detour had to be made some yards through the forest. The woods were beautiful in all variety of foliage: oaks, cypress, cedar, pine, magnolias, azaleas, &c. I passed ten fine plantations with their negro villages; the houses are built in streets, and generally in échelons. The forty miles were done in seven hours. "Prince" never touched the horses once with the whip-only spoke to them; the voice is much used in the management of horses in the South. Though the sun was hot, and flies were numerous, yet the horses went along unmolested, being protected from flies by the "horse guards," which are immense black and yellow hornets; two or three of them keep continually hovering round each horse, devouring the flies and scaring them away; they are also constant attendants on cattle, to their great relief and comfort. Some miles of the road were deep with sand. It was sad to see the plantation called Hagley-its empty mansion being kept by a faithful negro and his wife. I entered under a raised portico, and walking on through a passage, came to a domestic chapel, where daily morning and evening service used to be said by the master. A three-miles drive further brought us to the hospitable house of Mr. Rosa, Captain W▬▬'s catechist—now acting overseer. Mandeville is shaded by a grove of ilexes-the tide coming to the foot of the garden; I felt at once the reviving influence of the sea air. On St. Peter's day, 29th June, I served in St. Mary's, Weehawka, on the Wakamah river; a pretty wooden church with lancet windows; for coolness, the walls are double, and thus made about three feet wide. In the tower there is a capital clock, the moral influence of which among the negroes is said to be wonderful and indescribable. Mr. Rosa is appointed a "lay reader." This is an excellent addition to the ministry of the Church; and our bishops would do well to have it in England. He reads Prayers and Lessons; and if the rector be absent, he reads a sermon of his approval. The congregation (consisting of 250 negroes, men, women, and children) was very attentive. About a dozen of the men had prayer-books, and joined audibly in the service, all saying the "Amens much better than many of our congregations in England. The "Selections" of the psalms and the hymns are a great improvement on our Prayerbook; many negroes who cannot read, know the "Selections" by heart, as also they do many of the hymns, in the singing of which they join heartily and correctly. After service a great many of them came up to the chancel steps, and shook hands with me. Next day I saw the rice fields on the south bank of the Wakamah: these fields are reclaimed from swamps: a high embankment is made along the river, through which at intervals are placed immense sluices, which are the means of keeping the fields flooded from seed-time till harvest. On the 30th of June the crops were about half grown; the harvest would be in September, nearly half the blade being under water continually till the ear ripens. Out of 300 acres this year, owing to the 150 negroes having gone to the new plantation, more than 100 were doomed to destruction. This is executed by drown G |