They saw again at the Inn at Maux the man who had opposed them at Lessengnan, and found him much better disposed than he had been the day before.  He told them he had been a Romish priest, but being disgusted with the practices of his church, he had left it and joined the army:  he promised to read the books they gave him.

Our present mode of travelling (with our own horse), they continue, though somewhat slow, affords opportunities of endeavoring to do a little good, which we should miss in travelling by Diligence or extra-post.  It is curious and instructive to observe the various dispositions of the people in the dark places through, which we pass:  sometimes they are so fanatical as to tear a tract before our face; others receive them with joy.  During a half-hour’s rest for our horse at a village near Castelnaudry, my M.Y. made the acquaintance of an aged woman at the door of her cottage, who really did us good.  On inquiring if she could read, “It is my consolation,” said she, “to read the Scriptures.”  “And we have great need of consolation,” we answered.  “Yes,” said she, “I am a widow of near eighty years, and have had many cares; but I pray to God, and he grants me the consolation of his Holy Spirit, and if I confide in him he will never forsake me.”

At Castelnaudry they left the main road and crossed the mountains to Saverdun, in order to visit the Orphan Institution in that place.

By not going first to Toulouse, remarks John Yeardley, we saved about thirty miles of travelling; but it was ill-spared, for one part of the road was so bad that it required a forespan of two oxen to drag the carriage through the deep mire and over the dangerous ditches.  After a little dinner at a poor place in the mountains, we procured a mule as a reinforcement; for we stuck so fast in the mud that I never expected we should be able to extricate ourselves.  My poor M.Y. had to walk a great part of the way; I am quite sure extra strength was given us for the emergency.  We lodged at Mazeres, where we called on the Protestant minister Besiere, a most open-hearted Christian.  He knew some of our Society, and wherever this is the case it insures us a welcome.  On our telling him the dangers we had encountered on the road, and that we had escaped unhurt, he sweetly said,—­“The Angel of the Lord encampeth round about them that fear Him, and delivereth them.”—­Psal. xxxiv. 7.

On arriving at Saverdun, on the 17th, we immediately pursued the object of our visit, and proceeded to the Institution, where we delivered our letters of recommendation, and received a cordial reception from the director, Pastor Enjalbal.  When the little porters opened the door, they cried one to another, “Voila des Anglais!” The director seems to be wonderfully fitted for the post he fills.  He was once a captain in the army.  After his conversion, his heart was penetrated with gratitude to his Saviour for bringing him to a knowledge of