eelings a little further, by
reading to her an item from a newspaper, which I had met with in the
cars a few days before, and which I had transferred to my pocket. It had
disturbed my equanimity a little. It was an extract from the annual
circular letter of a conference of ministers to their churches, in one
of the New England States, in 1855, in which mention was made of "the
monstrous and soul-damning heresy of infant baptism."

I asked the lady how we ought to feel at such a demonstration. She said,
"I presume I know how you gentlemen would be likely to feel and act
under the impulse of the moment; but the true way to regard and treat
it, as it seems to me, is, with pertinacious forgetfulness." She would
not let it disturb her feelings; and she quoted George Herbert:

"Why should I feel another man's mistakes
More than his sicknesses, or poverty?
In love I should; but," &c.

Susan said that she was reminded of visits made to her mother's house,
by some who would persuade her mother that she belonged to an
"unbaptized church;" thus seeking to put in fear the children who were
about to make a profession of religion. Her mother replied to these
visitors, that there was far more apprehension in her own mind whether
they themselves were properly baptized, if but one mode is valid.--As to
Mr. Blair's effort to commune at that table, she said that she would
never seek nor receive as a boon from men, that which her Saviour had
purchased for her, and for them, with his own blood.

Our conversation was here interrupted by the exclamation of my wife, "Do
look at that beautiful sight, that cascade, on the hill."

Chapter Eighth.

THE ROAD-SIDE BAPTISM.

How beautiful the water is!
To me 'tis wondrous fair;
No spot can ever lonely be,
If water sparkle there.
It hath a thousand tongues of mirth,
Of grandeur, or delight,
And every heart is gladder made
When water greets the sight.

MRS. E.O. SMITH.

Sweet one! make haste, and know Him too;
Thine own adopting Father love;
That, like thine earliest dew,
Thy dying sweets may prove.

KEBLE.

We were about to turn a corner in a defile of the mountains, and a large
perpendicular buttress of the ridge stood out, so as nearly to close up
the road. It presented a surface of about twenty feet directly in front,
as we drove up, and, from the top, which was nearly a hundred and twenty
feet from the groun