How long we should have loitered on the bank of the river if the pangs of hunger had not again made themselves felt we could not say, but we resolved at last to walk to Longtown for some refreshments, and arrived there by noon, determined to make amends for our shortcomings after lunch, for, incredible though it seemed, we had only walked six miles!  But we landed in a little cosy temperance house, one of those places where comfort prevailed to a much greater extent than in many more brilliant establishments.  It was kept by one Forster, a gentleman of distinction, possessing a remarkable temperament and following numerous avocations.  He informed us he was the parish clerk, and that the Lord Bishop was holding a Confirmation Service in the church at 3 p.m.  We had intended only to stay for lunch and then resume our journey, but the mention of a much less important person than the Lord Bishop would have made us stay until tea-time, and travel on afterwards, so we decided to remain for the service.  Punctually at three o’clock, escorted by the son of our landlord, we entered the Arthuret Church, the Parish Church of Longtown, about half a mile away from the town.  It was built in 1609 and dedicated to St. Michael, but had recently been restored and a handsome stained-glass window placed at the east end in memory of the late Sir James Graham, whose burial-place we observed marked by a plain stone slab as we entered the churchyard.  In consequence of a domestic bereavement the organist was absent, and as he had forgotten to leave the key the harmonium was useless.  Our friend the parish clerk, however, was quite equal to the occasion, for as the Psalm commencing “All people that on earth do dwell” was given out, he stepped out into the aisle and led off with the good old tune the “Old Hundredth,” so admirably adapted for congregational use, and afterwards followed with the hymn beginning “Before Jehovah’s awful throne,” completing the choral part of the service to the tune of “Duke Street”; we often wondered where that street was, and who the duke was that it was named after.  Our admiration of the parish clerk increased when we found he could start the singing of Psalms and on the correct note in the presence of a Lord Bishop, and we contemplated what might have been the result had he started the singing in a higher or a lower key.  We rejoiced that the responsibility rested upon him and not on ourselves.  The Candidates for Confirmation were now requested to stand while the remainder of the congregation remained seated.  The Bishop, Dr. Goodwin, delivered a homely, solemn, and impressive address.  His lordship did not take any text, but spoke extempore, and we were well pleased with his address, so appropriate was it to the occasion; the language was easy and suited to the capacities of those for whom the service was specially held.  As sympathisers with the temperance movement we thoroughly coincided with the Bishop’s observations when he affectionately