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and cold. At one point, we had first the small | able to cross over it. We ascended the contilovely lake of Chède at our feet; then its banks, guous mountain, excessively steep, about two gently rising and presenting themselves above; thousand five hundred feet. We then passed next the verdant mountains; and lastly, Mont over the heap of loose stones, cast up by the last Blanc, of which the vast snowy summits were eboulement, which lay between us and the gla. beautifully reflected in the clear surface of the cier, and thus came on the solid mass of ice and lake.
frozen snow. There was one great fissure in it Before, however, we came within view of this which it was terrible to look down ; and at the astonishing Alp, we stopped to visit a fine cascade bottom of which roared a torrent of water; all at Chède village. The torrent falls altogether the surface of the glacier was slippery, from the above one hundred feet ; but it is divided into five heat of the sun upon it. It was cold as Decemdifferent branches or beds, which the stream has ber. The scene was very fine. worked for itself. It was very curious to see a After making our way across, we had a much beautiful rainbow, as early as nine in the morning, more difficult heap, or rather ruin of stones and formed by the spray, and which, from the point loose rocks, first to ascend and then to descend, where we stood, was nearly an entire circle, be- before we could find the path which led again to ginning in the rain upon the grass on one side, Bossons. Part of the road which we took was continuing over the torrent, and then returning to that by which De Saussure, with his eighteen the grass almost under our feet on the other. But guides, ascended, in 1787. Indeed we may be I can think of nothing but Mont Blanc; it so said to have been at the foot of Mont Blanc all much surpasses all my expectations. When our the afternoon. I see one of its summits (fifteen good friend was here four years ago, the day was thousand five hundred feet, the highest ridge in wet, and he saw nothing; the weather to-day is the old world) at this moment from my chambersuperb, and we see every thing. The very vil- window. On a ridge of the Alp, perhaps two lage where we now are is romantic beyond de- thousand feet above me, a fire is just now lighted, scription. I am sitting at the door of the inn, as a sign of rejoicing that no animal has been lost writing on a rough wooden table, which shakes at during the day in driving down the cattle for the every movement of my hand—the village church winter. just in view—a few scattered houses around it Almost the first person I saw in the inn here three noble mountains guarding it behind, on was a gentleman from England, who three years which some fine clouds are just resting—fruitful- ago ascended Mont Blanc, in a company of sixness apparent all around—whilst company are teen. They reached the grand plateau of the driving up to the village, on the same errand with Alp, (thirteen thousand five hundred feet) the ourselves; and the sun from behind the moun- fourth day, after incredible fatigues, from rain, tains is casting the prospect into alternate light snow, cold, and the hard rocks, with only a coverand shade.
ing of leather to protect them during the night.Astonishing indeed are the works of the great They were obliged to send down two guides, the God—impressed with the footsteps of his majesty, second day, for food. On this vast plateau, or power, and grace. We only want a heart con- ledge, they found an immense quantity of fresh stantly raised up to him in gratitude, and seeing fallen snow, not frozen; it was extremely labohim in all the operations of his hands, to complete rious to walk on, the snow was so deep; still none the duty, and enhance the pleasure of such a scene of the guides apprehended danger. But on a of wonders !
sudden the whole field of snow on which they Chamouny, seven o'clock, Thursday evening, 24 were treading gave way, and overwhelmed the miles from St. Martin's.-After leaving Servoz, unfortunate travellers; their footing sunk; and we soon entered the valley of Chamouny, which, they were covered, rolled along, borne away, by as late as 1741, was almost entirely unknown. the enormous avalanche. The snow lodged in Two Englishmen then explored it. În 1760, M. the next fissure, or crevasse, which it met in its de Saussure undertook his first journey to it. The descent. Three guides unhappily perished; the ascent of Mont Blanc by that enterprising tra- other thirteen persons extricated themselves with veller, in 1787, brought it at length into notice; infinite difficulty—or rather were preserved by the and nearly one thousand strangers soon visited it mercy of God. annually. The reputation of the valley, and the Still persons are frequently ascending; or at. conveniences prepared for travellers, have been tempting to ascend, for they seldom reach the increasing ever since; so that we have found real summit. Six guides went up with a single here one of the very best inns in Switzerland. Englishman the day before yesterday; and some Chamouny is separated from all the great roads, friends have been all to-day watching them from and seems quite cut off from the rest of the world. the inn, with a telescope: they are expected down It is about twelve miles long, and a mile broad. to-night. The first persons who ever reached At the entrance of the valley is a monument the summit of Mont Blanc were James Balma erected to a naturalist, who fell down a fissure a and Dr. Paccard, in 1786. The following year few years since, by neglecting his guide, and was M. De Saussure, with eighteen guides, attained lost. Such warnings perpetually occur. A lad the same eminence. He spent five hours there. with a trumpet astonished us, at a particular part The rarity of the air was such, that his pulse was of the road, with the echo which the Alps return- above 100; he had no appetite, and suffered ed at every blast.
much from intolerable thirst. The winding path About a league from Chamouny, we came to is between fifty and sixty miles altogether, of steep ema
village of Bossons, above which is a most noble glacier, so situated, that travellers are We have met here an Italian gentleman, with
whom we had made a slight acquaintance at one can calmly look at it, seems to recompense us Basle; a quick, ready, sensible man-talking for every thing. If we get back alive, however, French and English tolerably well—one who has one thing I can venture to assure you of, that the for above twenty years spent his summers in tra- fatigue and terror are such as to prevent our ever velling-neat in his person_about forty years of coming up again. age-equipped with all the smaller conveniences Chamouny, 8 in the evening.–Thank God we which so long an experience could not fail to give have all returned safe. Let me now give you him—he has read a good deal of history and po- some notion of the day's journey. We were fourlitics, and is very communicative. He has one teen hours and a half on the road, and went forty very good practice; he never sets out on a tour miles; ten miles on mules, and thirty on foot; till he has devoted six months to a thorough study which thirty were in a perpetual course of ascents, of all the best writers on the country he is about descents, sliding and jumping. After leaving the to visit. A turn to satire gives a point to his re- chalet on Montanvert, in the morning at seven, marks. His admiration of England is extreme; we descended and crossed the éboulement or vast but I can observe, that he takes a pleasure in re- heap of granite and sand, which intervened belating little anecdotes to the disadvantage of indi- tween that and the glacier. The path was frevidual Englishmen. He has collected five stories quently on the surface of a shelving rock of slate, in his present tour. I suppose he calls himself a three inches wide, with a precipice at our feet.Catholic ; but he has clearly no just impression When we came to the glacier, or Mer de Glace of the importance of religion. He speaks on the itself, we had new difficulties of every kind to sursubject with levity, and even indecorum; mingling mount; and in the course of our progress three the tenets of his church with the essential truths vast éboulements to climb over. When we reachof Christianity, and laughing at both. He was ed the summit of the mountain, which is called just now telling one of the guides, who he heard the Couvercle, about noon, (nine thousand two would not eat flesh on Fridays, that the Pope be- hundred feet) we were so exhausted with heat ing dead, (as I mentioned in my last) he was at and fatigue, that we threw ourselves on the scanty liberty to eat meat whenever he liked; but that grass growing on the rock, as if we were dead. if he had any fears, he would give him a billet to After an hour and a half's rest, and a dinner on Jesus Christ. I could not help remonstrating the provisions carried for us by the guides, we with him for the latter part of this sentence; ob- set off on our return. Nothing can describe the serving, that though I was a Protestant, and of day's journey; the simple fact of walking thirty course did not hold the Catholic Fasts, I still miles on ice and rock, with declivities, crevices, agreed with the Catholics in the great truths of gulfs, ice-torrents, &c. seems sufficiently terrific, our common Christianity, and especially in adora. but can convey to you no adequate idea of the tion and love to our divine Saviour. He received real scene. the hint with perfect politeness, and dropped the Enough, however, of our fatigues. Now, to subject. I remember the Italian nobleman at the give you some account of the Mer de Glace. It Grimsel said something, in the same ironical way, is an enormous glacier, forty-five miles long, and of the Holy Ghost choosing a new Pope. Secret two wide, and rising to an inaccessible height.infidelity is widely spreading in Italy.
We only ascended to the point commanding the Friday morning, half-past 6, chalet on Montan- finest view. It gave me the idea of a sea in a tert, 3,150 feet above Chamouny.-We were called storm suddenly frozen, or choked with snow and this morning at half-past three, and started at half- ice. We saw nothing but congealed waves or past four, for the Jardin on the Mer de Glace, in a rather mountains of frozen water. The ice is not party of thirteen; a guide and mule for each, clear and smooth, but mixed with sand and stones, with boys, &c. We have been ascending two and on the surface alternately melted and re-frozen hours in fearful cold and wind, on a road steep every twenty-four hours. In all this sea, changes beyond description, three leagues long, amidst the are continually taking place, from the causes I ruins of fallen trees and rocks.
assigned in a former letter :-a single day's rain Twelve o'clock, Couvercle, Mer de Glace.--I am or snow alters infallibly a variety of places. The Dow writing on a spot, where, perhaps, never man most fearful things are the fentes, crevices, or wrote before, and whence I can scarcely look fissures, some fifty feet wide, others just beginning
around me without terror. We have been walk to form themselves; others like a well, three or ; ing and climbing, for five hours, ten or fifteen miles four hundred feet deep, with an impetuous torrent
up hills and mountains of ice, snow, and impene- pouring down them, and working like a mill at the trable rocks, amidst chasms and torrents hundreds bottom; together with thousands of rivulets formed of feet deep. I am now on the heights of the Mer by the summer's sun on the surface. As the de Glace, nine thousand two hundred feet above masses of ice descend, the superincumbent rocks the sea, seated on the ground, with my letter and and stones descend with them. These are gra. pocket ink-horn before me, a rock for my writing- dually carried along ; some travel five hundred table, and my small pocket-book placed under my feet down the immense glacier in a single year. paper, to keep it a little steady. "We have been The foot of the Mer de Glace is in the valley of surmounting immense fatigue and danger, ever Chamouny, whence the river Arveiron flows, since we left the chalet at seven. All other diffi- which joins itself with the Arve, and pours into culties are nothing compared with those which the Rhone, near Geneva. surround us; and we have a descent of seven To travel on this sea of wonders was in itself hours, not a little dangerous, to make, before we dangerous enough-a single inadvertent step reach our inn. Still the extraordinary magnifi- might have been fatal—the extraordinary skill and cence of the scene above, below, around us, when experience of the guides, however, (for each per
son has his separate one,) make accidents ex- | these horrid words, önpoxpatikos Pilav@pw Totatos KAC tremely rare. The views which we witnessed a0c05* Immediately under them this thrilling rewere enchanting. The deep azure of the sky in proof, in allusion to Psalm xiv. 1.t is now inserted, one of the finest days ever seen; the vast region Ει μεν τ' αληθες λιγει, μωρος ει δε ψευστης: of ice which the sun gilded with his rays, and the Trient, canton of Valais, Switzerland, three panorama of snow-clad Alps, rising stupendously o'clock, Saturday afternoon.—We set off this mornall around, are really beyond my powers of descrip- ing, twenty minutes before nine, and have been tion. They made us forget all our fatigues. The six hours and ten minutes coming eighteen miles. union and contrast of the scenes in nature appa- We have passed through the valleys of Chamourently the most irreconcilable—and all beheld forny, Val Valorsine, Chatelet, where Switzerland the first time, and under the most favorable cir- and Savoy divide, and Trient, where we now are. cumstances-produced an impression in which Often as I have expressed my astonishment at the what was wonderful and pleasing had an equal variety of Swiss and Savoy scenery, I must repeat share with the sublime and stupendous. In three the same language. Certainly nothing can exspots I sat down, penetrated with admiration, and ceed the surprise we have felt all this morning. made my guide tell me the names of the Alps We have crossed a barrier called Le Tête Noire ; around me; I give the names as accurately as my and all the way, especially in passing the mounear could catch them: 1st, Characoux ; 2d, Gra- tains, there has been nothing but wonders. Valpon ; 3d, Mont Blanc; 4th, Le Geant; 5th, Tamla; leys sowed, as it were, with the fragments of fallen Oth, Grand Jorasse ; 7th, Petit Jorasse ; 8th, Le rocks; villages of romantic beauty, and of archiSehon; 9th, Les Courts; 10th, Aiguilles Rouges; tecture the most rude; noble firs crowning the 11th, Gemme Verd; 12th, Le Moine ; . 13th, mountain sides ; several glaciers descending in the Aiguille de Dru; 14th, La Flechiere; 15th Le ravines from the common source of the Mer de Breveut.
Glace; the path now sinking into the deepest valI just add that the guides here are respectable, i ley, now rising into a frightful precipice, sometimes well-informed men; mine is called The Bird, leading by rude stairs of rocks, at other times by L'Oiseau. He has been thirty-eight years a torrents and sand; the whole way diversified with guide. The most respectable Swiss writers cor, the rnins of falling firs, the effects of the trerespond with them. They speak very good mendous storms of the winters, so as at places to French—the language of Chamouny is a patois. obstruct the path ; lastly, the torrent of the Trient There are forty of them at Chamouny, and seventy rolling along to disgorge itself into the Rhone, mules. Every thing is regulated by the govern- whilst the alternate succession of barren scenery ment, even to the order in which the guides go and cultivated meadows, like mosaic-work, in the out. Chamouny contains near fifty hamlets, three valley and up the side of the mountains, completed churches, and three thousand souls. It is a Ca- the picture. tholic priory; but our guides were intelligent, and But words fail when they are attempting to seemingly in earnest, on the subject of religion. I describe Switzerland. One applies nearly the talked with my own a good deal. He clearly dis- same terms to the valley of the Reuss, the Hoelltinguished between the essentials of religion and enthal, the valley of Moutiers, the Chède, and the morals, and the ceremonies and usages of his own valleys seen to-day; and yet they are all widely church. He spoke of judgment and eternity, and different from each other; and each utterly inthe sin of man, and the death of our Saviour, with conceivable, except to one who has visited them some feeling. There seemed also a conscien- for himself. tiousness governing his mind, which gratified me It was by this almost impracticable road of the a good deal. I have not myself met with any Tête Noire, that hundreds of French emigrants Catholics so well informed.
escaped into the Valais, when the French invaded Chamouny, I must say, deserves all its populari- Savoy, in 1792. Countesses — marchionessesty; two thousand two hundred and fifty visiters carrying themselves their infants -- officers. came to it last year; out of whom, about forty priests—in the midst of them the bishop of Nismes, only went to the end of the Mer de Glace; which a venerable old man, eighty years of age-formed is some commendation of our courage, but, per- this long and pitiable caravan. It rends the heart haps, not of our prudence, at least so far as I am to reflect on the miseries of that period. The concerned. The day has been beautiful--not a rule of the French on the Rhine, was followed, as cloud.
I have told you, with a mixture of great good And now may it please God to fill my heart amidst the horrors unavoidable on revolutions ; with praise for his works, adoration of his awful but their rule in Switzerland scems to have been majesty, gratitude for preservation, and a humble one unmixed calamity. Liberty, literature, modesire to see his love, his wisdom, his providence, rals, religion, private and public happiness, wihis power, his glory in all things ! I am sure re- thered at their approach, and have only begun to ligious feelings are the appropriate consequences revive since the restoration of the old state of of such a day's excursion. It is most painful to things in that fine country. Bonaparte is, geneme to say, that one Englishman* has for ever dis- rally speaking, detested here, as much as he is in graced himself here by attachmg to his name, in other places adored. the strangers’ book, an unblushing avowal of atheism. He has not, however, escaped a suitable
Democrat, philanthropist, and atheist. and most severe and striking retort from one of
+" The fool hath said in his heart, there is no his countrymen. He had annexed to his name God.”
If he speaks truth, he is a fool, if not, a liar-See * Percy Bysche Shelley.
Christian Observer, vol. for 1824.
Saturday evening, half-past six.-We are just now at Chamouny is Balma, aged seventy-six, namarrived at Martigny, in the Valais, twenty-seven ed by De Saussure, “ Mont Blanc.” My friend and miles from Chamouny.
fellow-traveller's guide was the son of the Syndic, D. W. or chief magistrate of the village, which said Syndic
we met, with a scythe on his shoulder, in primitive
simplicity, going to mow, as we ascended MontanLETTER XII.
vert. The guides have seven, eight or ten france
a-day; those who go up Mont Blanc thirty or forty Great St. Bernard, Sept. 6.-Brieg, francs a day, and sometimes much more. They Sept. 10, 1823.
also rear and keep the lowes, which are worth
twenty or twenty-four Louis each (from nineteen Jardin of Mer de Glace-Forclaz–Bas Valais, to twenty-three pounds.) In fact, the whole ap
Martigny-Deluge of the Dranse -- Sunday at paratus of Chamouny is unequalled: there are
months, a guide may get eight or nine hundred Great St. Bernard-Catholic Admonition.
some much more—which is almost a fortune in MARTIGNY, Bas Valais, Switzerland, Savoy. In our journey to-day to Martigny, we Saturday night, Sept. 6, 1823. observed perpetual fragments of rocks scattered
every where in the fields, so that the farmers collect MY DEAR SISTER-I was quite mortified in them in great heaps in different spots, in order that sending you my last letter; it was written in such the grass may have room to grow at least on some inexpressible hurries, and seemed to me, when I of the land. To overcome or lessen difficulties, is read it over, so sadly unconnected and incomplete. the perpetual task to which man is called by all Indeed, this has been more or less the case with the various disorders on the face of nature: and all my letters. I know, however, that your love in no country so much as in Switzerland and will excuse the defects of my rapid accounts. I Savoy. believe I did not tell you that the particular points When we left Trient, at four o'clock, we began of the Mer de Glace which we went to visit were to ascend the mountain Forclaz, from the summit the Couvercle and the Jardin, or garden. The of which, and in the descent, the view of the VaCouvercle is an immensely high rock, to which lais (an immense valley, about a hundred miles you have no access but by crossing the sea of ice, long, reaching from the lake of Geneva to the as we did, and which, from its height and position, Grimsel) was most enchanting : the plain with all commands an unbroken view of Mont Blanc and its varied beauties, as far as Sion—the Rhone eleven other Alps. From the Couvercle there is rushing through it—the Alps of the Oberland girda twenty minutes' walk to the Jardin, which is a ing it around and all illuminated with the afterrock rising above the Mer de Glace. A slight noun's sun-nothing could be more exquisite. stone enclosure marks out the garden, which is Martigny, where I am now writing, is a small covered, during the brief summer, with vendure town, one thousand four hundred and eighty feet and flowers. The contrast with the snowy mantle above the sea (Chamouny is three thousand one concealing the face of nature all around, is very hundred and fifty.) In the time of the Romans it striking. This Jardin we did not reach ; I really was called Octodúrum. On descending to it, we was overcome.
had to cross the devastations occasioned by the There are eighteen immense glaciers, formed bursting of the river Dranse, which quite sadden from the Mer de Glace, in different ravines, and my mind when I think of them. The melancholy thirty smaller ones. The English gentleman, story resembles that of Goldau, except that the whom I reported as having ascended Mont Blanc loss of lives was not so considerable. It arose, returned safely; he accomplished the task in thirty- I understand, from the Dranse, which rushes down seven hours; but his fatigue was so great, that he the mountains about eighteen miles from Martigny, was at last literally obliged to be pushed up by the becoining first obstructed, and then stopped in its guides. At the summit
, a tremendous storm of course, in the valley of Bagnes, by the falling of massnow and wind had nearly carried them all away ; ses of ice from the Glacier of Getroz. A most enor; he remained there only five minutes, and could mous lake was thus formed, thirteen thousand feet
scarcely see any thing. His object was not sci- long, and from one to seven hundred feet wide; ence; but simply pleasure, or curiosity: he had the mean depth being two hundred; and the whole made no preparation, had no instruments with him, mass of water eight hundred millions of cubic feet! and was unaccompanied by a single friend. Such The country was soon alarmed at the tidings of exploits are regarded by every one as hazardous this accumulation of waters; and a tunnel, or and useless, instead of being entitled to admira- gallery, was cut through the barrier of ice, to tion.
facilitate the escape of the river by its usual My old guide (who went up with De Saussure in channel. The lake was actually reduced forty1786, and was nained by him L'Oiseau) tells me five feet; but this was not sufficient to prevent the accident which occurred on Mont Blanc, as I the calamity. For on the 17th June, 1818, the have already mentioned, in 1820, arose, as he waters burst in a moment, without the least warnthinks very much from the youth and inexperience ing, through the barrier of ice, and rushed forth of the guides: a whole day's rain and snow fell with such fury, that in one hour they had reached whilst the party was ascending, and made the peril Martigny, eighteen miles. The torrent destroyed of an avalanche almost certain. The oldest guide fifty-two houses at Champsee, and overwhelmed
a surprising number of fields, houses, barns, ma-ing pardon for our breaches of this duty ; not a pufactories, &c. at Bagnes and Martigny; all was word of the grace of the Holy Spirit, as necesswallowed up in an instant. An entire forest was sary to assist us to keep it for the future ; nor a rooted up by it; and damage done to the amount word of the necessity of watchfulness over the of one million one hundred and nine thousand se- corruption of the heart, as the spring of all sin ven hundred and sixty francs of Switzerland, about and evil
. Nay, he plainly said, that good works, two hundred thousand pounds English.
that is, the performance of this and other moral How instantaneous, as well as awful, are the duties, would save us, in direct contradiction to judgments of God! What an uncertain, treacherous the whole tenor of the doctrine of redemption. scene is this passing world! And what deductions The sermon was delivered from memory, and indo such events make from the pleasures of a re- terspersed with striking anecdotes. When it was sidence in this country, however enchanting in over, I left the church, and was surprised to find many respects !—But I must conclude for to-night; that the churchyard was filled with people, kneelit is past eleven, and I have been travelling hard ing or sitting, apparently very devout, though they for two days.
could neither hear nor see any thing. Martigny, Sunday, eleven o'clock.-Again in a But this, bad as it is, is the fairer side of Po Catholic town, with not a single Protestant, as I pery; if you go into the complicated system of am told. This, my twelfth Sunday, is distressing its corruptions, you find that superstition every to my mind. We have been to the Catholic where fills up the place of Scriptural Christianity; church, (for there is no other) and heard a sermon and that Jesus Christ is almost unknown in his in French; for French is the language all through holy salvation from sin and guilt. Even what is the Valais. As we entered the churchyard, we true in Popery is spoiled by the manner in which saw a priest uttering some prayers, and then it is disfigured or curtailed; for instance, the peo sprinkling water on the people who were kneeling ple are not taught the ten commandments as we around. On coming into the church itself, we have them in the Bible; but an abridgment, in found it crowded with people. I asked a lady which the second, that is, the commandment to lend me a Prayer-book; but she could not tell against idolatry and image-worship, is positively me, nor could I find out, where the priest was left out, and the tenth divided into two; and to reading: one thing I suspect, that but few in the which are appended what are called the com. church could understand a word of the prayers- mandments of the church, six, I think, in number, those near me were muttering their allotted Paterwhich are given in the same form, and with the nosters, without any reference to the public pray- same solemnity as those of the decalogue; and ers, and, when I asked them, could give me no are infinitely more insisted upon by the priests, idea where the priest was—it did not seem to en- and observed by the people. The whole founda. ter their minds indeed, intelligent worship was tion of what the priests inculcate is, moreover, clearly no part of the object for which the con- not the authority of the inspired revelation of God, gregation was assembled. The music undoubted- but the authority of the church—they " teach for ly was beautiful. After half an hour, the priest doctrines the commandments for men.” gave notice that the Pope was dead, and exhorted Then only consider the many incredible errors the people to pray for his soul, and to beg of God and superstitions, which they have by this means to grant him a worthy successor. He then read contrived to affix on real Christianity--pilgrimnotices of Saints' days, and of the nativity of the ages, traditions, prayers for the dead, veneration Virgin Mary, which falls to-morrow.
of relics, intercession of saints, indulgences, disNext, another priest, the prior, I believe, of the pensations, pretended miracles, purgatory, the saparish, ascended the pulpit, and delivered a ser crifice of the mass, transubstantiation, the denial mon on our Lord's words, “ Render unto Cæsar of the cup to the laity, penances, auricular conthe things which are Cæsar's, and unto God the fession, image-worship, celibacy of the clergy, things that are God's.” His subject was, the monastic vows, infallibility of general councils, duty of restitution. After his introduction, I was supremacy of the Pope, implicit submission to the surprised to observe, that he not only paused and church, lost estate of heretics, prayers in an unkneeled solemnly down in the pulpit himself, but known tongue, tyranny over the conscience, vir. that the whole congregation knelt down also in tual prohibition of the Bible. Such, avowedly, is secret prayer, before he entered on his discussion. Popery in itself; though many individual Roman The pause was peculiarly impressive, I assure Catholics know little about it, and are pious and you, and what I never saw before ; though the simple-hearted Christians. intercession of the Virgin, undoubtedly, corrupted
But amidst all these corruptions nothing seems it sadly. The sermon was admirable, as an ab- to me so flagrantly unscriptural as the adoration stract explication of the particular duty of resti- of the image of the Virgin, and the trust reposed tution, chiefly drawn from Chrysostom and Au- in her by the great mass of the people. I congustine. There was a degree of talent, a force, ceive this idolatry to be much more displeasing in an acumen, a dignity, in all the preacher said the sight of God than the worship of the queen which arrested attention. The whole made a of heaven, so vehemently reprobated by the propowerful impression. I saw some countrywomen phet Jeremiah, or the prostration of the Pagans who stood near me in the aisle, positively quake before their idols, which St. Paul and the other for fear. There was nothing of Popery, properly apostles so indignantly condemned.* Indeed, speaking, in it-it was a good ordinary discourse when I think of the peculiar jealousy of the inon its topic. Still, it was defective, and even un- finitely glorious Jehovah on the subject of any scriptural, as the instruction of a Christian divine there was not a word as to the way of obtain See Jer. xliv. and Acts of Apostles passim