y "mind and soul" in that.

God bless you, dear.

Ever affectionately yours,
F. A. B.

[After my first introduction to Dr. Channing, I never was within
reach of him without enjoying the honor of his intercourse and the
privilege of hearing him preach. I think he was nowhere seen or
heard to greater advantage than at his cottage near Newport, in the
neighborhood of which a small church afforded the high advantage of
his instruction to a rural congregation, as different as possible
from the highly cultivated Bostonians who flocked to hear him
whenever his state of health permitted him to preach in the city.

King's Chapel, as it originally was called, dating back to days when
the colony of Massachusetts still acknowledged a king, was dedicated
at first to the Episcopal service of the Church of England, and I
believe the English Liturgy in some form was the only ritual used in
it. But when I first went to America, Boston and the adjacent
College, Cambridge, were professedly Unitarian, and the service in
King's Chapel was such a modification of the English Liturgy as was
compatible with that profession: a circumstance which enabled its
frequenters to unite the advantage of Dr. Channing's eloquent
preaching with the use of that book of prayer and praise unsurpassed
and unsurpassable in its simple sublimity and fervid depth of
devotion.

I retain a charmingly comical remembrance of the last visit I paid
Dr. Channing, at Newport; when, wishing to take me into his garden,
and unwilling to keep me waiting while he muffled himself up,
according to his necessary usual precautions, he caught up Mrs.
Channing's bonnet and shawl, and sheltering his eyes from the glare
of the sun by pulling the bonnet well down over his nose, and
folding the comfortable female-wrap (it was a genuine woman's-shawl,
and not an ambiguous plaid of either or no sex) well over his
breast, he walked round and round his garden, in full view of the
high-road, discoursing with the peculiar gentle solemnity and
deliberate eloquence habitual to him, on subjects the gravity of
which was in laughable contrast with his costume, the absurdity of
which only made me smile when it recurred to my memory, after I had
taken leave of him and c