een won to God by his example.' A complete directory, indeed, for a
Highland gentleman's household religion might easily be collected out of
Alexander Brodie's domestic diary.

Another thing that greatly drew me to Brodie when I first read his diary
was his noble and truly Christian acknowledgment of God in all the
manifold experiences and events of his daily life. '23_rd_ _July_,
1661.--Came through the fells in England to Alsbori and dined there, saw
a country full of grass, plentiful in comparison of us, and acknowledged
God in it. . . . Thus I saw a large beautiful country, not straitened
with the poverty that my native soil labours under. I desired to
consider and understand this. . . . I saw a mighty city, London,
numerous, many souls in it, great plenty of things, and thought him a
great king that had so many things at his command; yet how much greater
is He who hath at His command all things created in heaven and on earth.
Who shall not fear Him? . . . _August_ 17.--Went this afternoon with
Cassilis to the Bridge for natural refreshment, and I saw this populous
city, and plenty in it. I therein saw something of the Lord's
providence, who hath divided the kingdoms of the earth and given them
their habitations, not all alike, but as His wisdom hath seen fit. I saw
the copper-works also, and acknowledged the Lord in the gifts and the
faculties He hath given to the children of men. 27.--I did see the Lord
Mayor, his solemnities, and desired to be instructed by what I saw. The
variety of the Lord's creatures on other parts of the earth was
represented. In this I did acknowledge Him. But all the glory of the
city neither abides nor can make its owner any the happier. It cannot be
laid hold upon. It is not solid; it is but in conceit. Oh learn me to
be crucified to all this and the like, and make me wise unto salvation!
_Nov_. 9--Dined at Billingsgate; saw the prison of King's Bench at
Southwark, and the workers of glass, in all which I saw the manifold
wisdom of God in all the gifts and faculties He hath given to the sons of
men. But alas! I am so barren of any thoughts of God, and so have I
found myself this day and at all times.'

'Yet, all these fences, and their whole array,
One cunning bosom sin blows quite away.'

Now, there is no more cunning bosom sin in some men than the sin of
covetousness, and that sin in Alexander Brodie's heart and life blew
almost, if not altogether, away all these