as were disposed to give their company, their new friends readily agreed to it, and about thirty-five persons sat down with them at their inn.  The assembly was, as they believed, owned by the great Master, who showed himself to be their strength in the time of weakness, and gave them power to preach the gospel and explain the nature of true worship.  Pastor Lissignol and Dr. Parlier were amongst those to whom they were the most united.  The latter filled the office of mayor when Josiah Forster and Elizabeth Fry were at Montpelier.  He told John and Martha Yeardley that the meeting they had just held had been strengthening to his faith.  That the Lord by his Spirit should move the hearts of his children in a distant land to visit his heritage in other countries, he regarded as a proof of his love; and he spoke of the unity of spirit which is felt by those of different nations who love the same Lord, as a precious mark of discipleship.

The town of Montpelier, say J. and M.Y., is built with taste and elegance, and the situation is most delightful:  there are 4,000 Protestants in a population of 86,000.  On Sixth-day (the 10th) we left this place of deep interest, with hearts grateful to the God and Father of all our sure mercies, in that he had enabled us to bear a testimony to the spirituality of worship as set forth by our Saviour himself.

After leaving Montpelier, they continue the narrative of their journey as follows:—­

We lodged that night at Passanas, a dark Roman Catholic town.  Inquiring if there were any Protestants, the chambermaid replied, “Protestants! what is that?” When we had made her understand, she said there were a few, but they went to Montagnac to mass.

11_th_.—­We slept at Narbonne, an ancient town of 10,000 inhabitants.  No openness to receive even a tract; the inquiry for a Protestant excited an evident bitterness in the reply.

On the 12th, held our little meeting with our faithful friend Jules, in which ability was granted to supplicate for the spread of divine light over this benighted district.  At 9 o’clock we set out to make a Sabbath-day’s journey:  the wind extremely high and always in our face, which fatigued Nimrod [their horse] as well as ourselves.  We dined at Lesengnan:  not a Protestant in the place, yet we met with a circumstance worth recording.  Jules, who is ever watchful to find out who can read, gave a few tracts to some boys in the stable-yard.  When I went out, writes J.Y., to see our horse, several rather bright-looking boys followed me, asking for books.  After ascertaining that they, could read, I supplied them.  This was no sooner known, than boys and girls came in crowds, soon followed by many of their parents.  As our visitors increased, I ran upstairs to fetch my dear M.Y., and we embraced the opportunity to speak to them on the importance of religion.  No doubt curiosity drew many to us, for we were a novel sight there, and the mingled multitude