received among the dwellers in the cabins of Bog-side.

In the court-house I saw some interesting remains of 1688; antique metal staves borne by the sheriff's officers as badges of their authority, and an ancient sword of state, used at the same period. It is not a feeling of gratified curiosity that the sight of these things produces. I could weep over every relic of those by-gone days of firm, unyielding Protestantism; and still they bid me-I cannot help repeating again the text-"Remember the years of the right hand of the Most High; furnishing a plea for renewed mercies. It is one of the evil signs of our day that men so lightly regard the memorials of their fathers' deliverances: that such ought not to be the case is evident from scripture; nay, it is distinctly named as provoking a judgment on the forgetful generation. We are lapsing with fearful rapidity into the Laodicean state of lukewarm profession, and unholy selfconfidence: to remain in it is to disgust the Lord, and to ensure our rejection. Observe how, throughout the Pentateuch, the Psalms, and the Prophets, the mercies vouchsafed to their fathers are made the main arguments in the mouths of God's people, pleading for favour towards themselves; and in how striking a manner the Lord himself adduces it as a motive for staying the

indignation which the sinful deeds of their descendants provoked. I fear a heavy charge will lie against us on this score, little as it seems to be considered by Christians, either individually or collectively.

Saturday.

One of the most interesting gratifications that I have enjoyed was afforded yesterday, in being allowed to examine the communion-plate belonging to the cathedral. The very cup that was so often pressed to the pale lip of uncomplaining fortitude-the very salvers that held the morsel of sacramental bread, when none other was left in the grinding famine-the very plate that received their alms, the whole amount of which, however liberal, could but have purchased a moiety of tallow, starch, and dry hides, during the latter part of the siege, -all these I held in my hands, while the scenes that rose before my mental eye were almost too overpowering. Oh, they knew the value of that faith for which they suffered; they counted the law of the Lord's mouth not only dearer to them than thousands of gold and silver, but more precious than the pulse of mortal life that throbbed so feebly, yet so undauntedly within they knew, by terrible experience, what "a famine of bread and a thirst of water" was ;

their flesh was withering like grass, their strength drying up like a potsherd, their tongue cleaving to their palates through its blighting intensity; yet all this they suffered freely, voluntarily, perseveringly, unshrinkingly, rather than that, through their surrender, we should endure the far more terrible “famine of hearing the words of the Lord."

I thought I could never have resigned that battered chalice: the very circumstance of its being the cup-the blessing which Rome, in her profligate audacity, would presume to wrest from us, and replace it by her own loathsome cup of abominations-rendered it the most apt, the most sacred, the most thrilling of all possible mementos. I doubt not that it was so regarded by many a lowly follower of Christ in those days; and I do pity the person who, in any day, can raise that cup to his lip in Derry cathedral, without a secret and solemn act of self-dedication to the cause of Christ, in direct opposition to the work of Antichrist, who dares, concerning the cup of which our Lord commanded "Drink ye all of this," to say in the name of that Lord, "Touch not, taste not, handle not." How long are these false prophets to teach and seduce God's poor ignorant people, while those to whom he has both given knowledge and committed authority, look on in acquies

cence, if they do not even help forward the

work?

My sojourn terminates to-day. If I were not going to visit friends whom I long to see, and a place to which a seven years' invitation has drawn me, I should not be able to quit Derry. However, it is arranged that we leave Ireland by the Foyle, instead of returning to Dublin or Belfast; so that I shall again see the maiden city. My heart cleaves to her and to her people; for I have met with some, of both sexes, whose bosoms glow with the sacred fire of 1688, and who, if the trial came again, would assemble round the standard of their faith, the HOLY BIBLE, and from their very souls breathe out the ancient watchword of their fortress -NO SURRENDER.

LETTER XIII.

COUNTY DONEGAL.

Ballymacool, August. ALTHOUGH I cannot say that I never before knew what grandeur was, having recently left the mighty hills of Mourne, yet to discover the charm of what may be called savage magnificence, it was necessary to visit Donegal. I have seen wonders within the last few days; but before proceeding to this, I must take leave of Derry, where my last left us. Shall I relate an event, the repetition of which may be ascribed to incorrigible vanity, but which I really cannot be content to withhold? You know the famous brotherhood of the Apprentice Boys of Derry,' an association to which honorary members are admitted, but sparingly, and none who are not considered firm in cherishing and upholding the sacred principles of 1688.