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preliminary, as the ex-President delivered the official sermon in Mount Tabor Chapel, service commencing at half-past ten in the morning.
A tea and public meeting was held in the Temperance Hall in the afternoon and evening of this day. The mayor took the chair at the public meeting. He said, “ he had great pleasure in presiding at the present meeting on behalf of an association which had for its immediate object the benefit of its Local Preachers. When they considered that three-fourths of their chapels were occupied by Local Preachers, he felt certain that any association which had for its object the good of this body, must be of considerable interest to this town." About a dozen brethren addressed the meeting.
On Tuesday morning the brethren assembled at the Hall, Barker's Pool. The report was read. The President was elected by ballot; 71 votes were cast, when Bro. Chamberlain was elected by a clear majority, having obtained 42 votes. Bro. John Wade, of Mitcham, was elected hon. secretary ; Mr. Wild re-elected treasurer.
At this annual meeting there was no complaint of the magazine. One brother said: “There had been heretofore two grounds of complaint, its 'expense,' and its quality.'” The latter complaint they had entirely got rid of, for in the whole progress of the debate not one word had been uttered against the magazine on that score. They had now only to consider it in a financial view, and by reference to the numerous instances in which the magazine had been instrumental in increasing the funds and friends of the Association, the apparent loss of £150 was more than counterbalanced by the benefit derived."
Up to this period the magazine had been published at 4d. monthly. It was resolved at this meeting to reduce the price to 2d. monthly. Forty pages had been given for 4d. ; in the new issue in January, 1857, thirty-two pages were to be given for 2d This has been the price and size from that time to the present.
The members this year numbered 2,228 benefit members and 500 hon. members, total 2,728. This showed a decrease of 180 benefit and 82 honorary ; total decrease on the year of 212. Subscriptions, benefit and honorary, £2,095 16s. 3d., being a decrease on the year of £205 4s. 7d. The investments to the credit of the society this year, £3252 4s. 1d., being £94 78. 2d. less than the former year.
A BRIEF FAMILY TOUR IN DEVON AND CORNWALL.
(Continued from page 108.) Saturday, October 12th.—A bright and beautiful day. We took an excursion that proved very pleasurable, but fatiguing. Having hired a carriage-and-pair at our hotel, we went along the principal street, passing several chapels, and beyond the town came to a large building, which
proved to be the County Asylum. It contains 560 patients, and no fewer than seventy servants. There is near it a Roman Catholic chapel; but it is used only occasionally, as there are no Romanists in Bodmin.
Our road was a long way down hill, and then for a long distance up hill. A large house on the right was pointed out by our driver as the residence of a widow lady, who, with her husband, returned from America, bought an estate for £7,000, and built the house for a retired life. Soon after he had done this he died, leaving his widow in solitude. How often this happens when a man has said, “ Soul, take thine ease!"
We need to remember the blessed Saviour's utterance: “I must work the works of Him that sent Me, while it is day: the night cometh when no man can work."
We drove into the grounds of another mansion, called Pen Carew, the property of Lady Molesworth, widow of Sir William Molesworth, who died without issue. The lady is over seventy years of age, and lives now in hired apartments at Tunbridge Wells. She has a residence also in Eaton Square, London. We were told that her ladyship rarely comes to this residence, though wishing to do so; her state of health being such that her physicians forbid it. So here are a capital mansion and splendid estate in the occupation of servants only. Two housekeepers live in the house, and nine gardeners are employed in the gardens. There are many gardens enclosed in quadrangular walls, with a great abundance of fruit trees; but nearly all the trees are so old as to be little better than cumberers of the ground, without any young ones in training. We were taken through the gardens by one of the gardeners, who conducted us through the vinery, plant houses, and heated fernery. In the latter were many choice ferns, and all looked healthy and beautiful. Our conductor said he had the care of the ferns; and certainly they looked far better than anything else we saw, except the ornamental garden and rockery near the house, which also are in his care. All there was exceedingly beautiful. All the other gardens looked neglected and forlorn, not showing much for the work of nine men. The drive to the house is through a wood and pleasure-ground of rare and valuable trees, some of them splendid specimens of arboreal beauty.
Quitting this attractive but neglected place, we proceeded within halfa mile of a large slate quarry, which we had not time to visit. Among other villages on the road was one called St. Teath, where we observed a chapel and a school; pleasing evidences of advancing civilisation and religion. Descending a bill in a narrow lane, a sudden exclamation and fit of laughter drew attention to an incident that reminded us of the case of David's rebellious son Absalom, when, caught by the arms of an oak by his busby head as he passed through a wood upon his mule. A briar stretching from a bank over part of the road bad caught, not the head, but the hat, with its veil and ribbons, of the invalid member of the party, and left her bareheaded. We paused a minute or two for the recovery of the head-gear, and the refixing of it more securely in its proper place.
Approaching Tintagel, we had to descend an exceedingly steep and rugged piece of road-so steep, indeed, that the descent greatly alarmed the invalid, and prevented her enjoying, as otherwise she would have enjoyed, the enchanting and romantic scenery of the glen, opening with ragged, rocky jaws from the sea in the distance, not far away.
At Tintagel are several hotels, to the principal of which, the “Wharncliffe Arms,” we were taken. Lord Wharncliffe is the chief proprietor, and owner of the old castle. We ordered luncheon for half-past three, and went down the hill to the little cove, where there is a pretty cascade, and where a cave extends through the castle-rock from this to the other cove on the southern or south-western side of the rock. Returning a little way to a cottage by the roadside, we obtained the keys by which access to the ruins can be acquired. There are steep and rude steps, hewn out of the native rock, which we had to climb with care. We ascended to the barrier, unlocked the door, entered the enclosure, and roamed over the rocky promontory, first to seaward, and then returning on the other side. Of the old castle, which stood upon a peninsular mass of rough and lofty rock, there are but few remains. Part of the fabric was reared upon another high rock on the land side, a chasm and road. way to the water being between. The two heights were formerly united by a lofty bridge, of which not a fragment now remains. We went leisurely round the shelving brink of the whole peninsula, admiring the scenery of both sea and land, with the dash of the waves among the rocks below, from some small cavities of which the rebounding spray spouted out like the curved streams or jets from a strong fountain.
The descent of the rough stone stairs was awkward enough, and not free from danger. One of our party slipped, fell, and was much shook, and might easily have slid under the slender rail fixed as a guard, and have gone over the cliff to the jagged rocks below. We all were much alarmed; however, the hurt was not serious, and by taking all possible care we made good our descent. We then went down again to the cove, to look at the cavern that extends the whole width of the neck of the peninsula. The tide was coming in, and the waves came careering through the cavern from the south-west, whilst those behind us were advancing upon us. The scene was most romantic. We were compelled to retreat; but we remained outside to observe the progress of the tide until the waters from the tunnel and those towards it met, and mingled, and all became one flood.
Tintagel Castle was built at a very early period of British history. For centuries it was a royal residence; and among the royal births within its walls was that of the renowned and popular King Arthur, who kept his court and had his celebrated “Round Table” here. To this day it is called “King Arthur's Castle” by the people living in its
neighbourhood. A large amount of legendary lore has gathered around it, and some of Britain's greatest poets have drawn inspiration from it.
We did not reach our hotel until a quarter-past four, being threequarters of an hour after the time we had proposed for our luncheon. We partook of some good roast beef and potatoes, with bread, Dublin stout, and ginger beer, &c., and then resumed our places in the carriage.
The hour was now too late for us to see anything more to advantage ; but he who was the leading spirit of the party thought we might yet see the
scenery of the coast at Boscastle, four miles eastwards : so as the moon was nearly at the full, we concluded to go thither, as we should not have to travel afterwards in the dark.
On leaving Tintagel we noticed a mound to our right, having upon it & tall pole surmounted by a wind-pointer. Our driver could not tell us its use ;
but an aged man whom he accosted, informed us that it was the place where the writ was first read when a representative of the ancient borough in the British Parliament had to be elected. He remembered the proceedings in his boyhood. The Mayor read the writ; three of the inhabitants usually holding that office in turn. On the opposite side of the road to this memento of the pocket-borough period, is a decent-looking house, built like the rest, of the stone of the country, which was the Mayor's residence. We passed it at the distance of a few yards further
I said to our informant, “ Those were jolly days, weren't they ? “Oh yes,” said he; “plenty of gin and rum : they were gala days." “ Aye, and pieces of gold and bank notes, I suppose ?” He only grinned a smile in reply.
This is one of the ancient boroughs which the Reform Bill of 1832 disfranchised, not a day too soon, after the great Duke of Wellington had decla red that no reform of the representation was needed; that the Constitution could not be mended, and that there should be no reform. He was then Premier of England ; but from the moment of that utterance he fell from political ascendancy, like an exhausted rocket falling from heaven to earth.
We drove to near the church at Boscastle, where three of us alighted to walk over the cliff near the sea, leaving the other in the carriage, unable to take much exercise after the fall and fright at Tintagel Castle. We found the walk very rough, steep and tiring; and, though the scenery was romantic, it did not, at near sunset, compensate us after all that we had previously seen. We had, in fact, exhausted our capacity for enjoyment. Whoever would enjoy the whole of the scenery of this neighbourhood, should take a walking tour, if able; if not, a couple of nights should be spent at one of the hotels, and two or three days in explorations, to the extent of physical ability and power of endurance.
We had to return by the light of the moon all the way to Bodmin. The air became so cold as to punish us, though we were well wrapped up. Our horses were old and tired. Our driver was more bent upon con
serving their comfort than our convenience. We met a great number of vehicles of one kind or other returning from Bodmin market. When we at last reached our hotel in that town it was half-past nine o'clock. We were glad of a warm room, a good fire, and a hot cup of tea, with bread and Cornish cream; and then to get to bed.
Sunday, October 13th.- A splendid day. Public service did not begin at any place of worship here until eleven o'clock, at which hour we went to the Wesleyan Chapel. There was a good congregation. A plain preacher discoursed on John iii. 16; commenting on the love of God as manifested in four particulars indicated in the text: The unworthiness of its objects; the greatness of His gift (His Son); the end for which the gift was bestowed (that they might "not perish, but have everlasting life "); and, the simplicity of the condition on which the benefit was bestowed (believing). The preacher concluded with an application of the comprehensive word, “ Whosoever.” He read only the first six verses of the fifth chapter of Jeremiah as his Lesson, and occupied not more, I think, than five minutes in prayer. The delivery of the sermon took exactly three-quarters of an hour. His style was familiar, and sometimes colloquial ; and his aim was to instruct and edify his hearers. There was nothing new in what he said; but there was originality in his manner of saying it, combined with an orthodox discussion of his text. I could not concur with him in one remark that he made, to the effect that we estimate the degree of love which a person bears to us by the value of what he gives us.
I don't think so; for some cannot express their love by gifts, or by costly gifts ; but, however small the value of a gift, we prize it in proportion to our own love to the giver. Nevertheless, we may estimate God's love to us by the preciousness of the gift which He bestowed for the purpose of effecting our salvation.
After leaving the chapel we turned up a road a little beyond, for the sake of a walk and a prospect, not knowing whither it might lead us. We were gratified, however, by coming to a granite obelisk, which & gentleman whom we met there told us was one hundred and fortyfour feet high; and it bad a wide and massive base. It is upon the loftiest site in the neighbourhood, commanding an extensive view in every direction, bounded by lofty hills, and some loftier mountains. An inscription informs the reader that it was erected to the memory of Walter Raleigh Gilbert, Lieutenant-General in the Bengal Army in the campaigns of 1803 and 1804, under the command of Lord Lake. In 1849, at Rawul Pindee, 13,000 men and forty-one guns were surrendered to him. The Queen conferred upon him a Baronetcy. In front of the obelisk is a large turfed ring, embanked all round, on which wrestling matches were held in former times, that were attended by the nobility and gentry from the surrounding country for many miles. The custom, like other muscular barbarities, has died out, yielding up their domination and demoralisation to the power of an advancing evangelism and