ments to the Minister and his family, and retired to our rooms in the Hotel. In the evening we returned the call of Dr. McClintock and family, so kindly made us as soon as they had learned we were at the Louvre. I am proud to know that such a splendid man represents the union Christian church of America, and with such an intelligent family he must exert an extensive influence.

CHAPTER III.

BRUSSELS-FRENCH SCENERY-LACE-WATERLOO-THE SABBATH-THE GRAND PROCESSION.

July 13th.

THIS is the attractive capital of the modern kingdom of Belgium, containing one hundred thousand inhabitants. The language principally spoken is French, but sometimes the German and English; the city has many broad and beautiful streets, and is surrounded by boulevards, making it appear like a miniature Paris.

This is a charming morning; animate and inanimate creation seem emulous to rival each other, rendering a tribute of praise to the great Creator of all things; and after such an excellent night's repose, my glad soul unites in the acclaim to swell the full chorus of praise to Him who has called Himself " Our Father," and as such has watched over us.

We left Paris on the 12th, yesterday morning, having spent twelve days in that most charming city in the world, with anticipations of returning after a tour through Belgium, Germany, Holland, and Switzerland. We only had time to see Paris in general, and not to view it in particular. While there, we attended service at the Notre Dame, and were present at high mass in the church of La Madeleine. We wandered amid the gay and fragrant gardens of the Tuilleries, strolled along the banks of the Seine, promenaded the famous boulevards, dashed up and down the Champs Elysées and reveled amid the beautiful scenery, consisting of arcades, grottos, lakelets, and forests of the Bois de Bologne, always admiring the exquisite dress and graceful manners of the Parisian. But when I reflect a moment on the world of sight seeing we have left behind, to think only of the picture galleries of the Louvre, and those in the Palace of Luxembourg, Versailles, Fontainebleau and many others, we can only hope to see them all when we return. We reached Brussels by rail; the scenery through which we passed presenting

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a most charming landscape, rendered varied by the peculiar tints of the different grain and produce, cultivated in small patches, side by side-some deep green, others bright yellow. There are no fences to enclose these small plots, still the lines are as evenly drawn and blocked off as an old lady's patchwork, and often reminding me of one of those quilts on a large pattern.

Our baggage was twice examined during the day, once as we crossed over the French lines and again at Brussels; merely a form to comply with the national arrangements.

Mr. and Mrs. C. compose our company. We are stopping at the Hotel Royal, a new building and every thing in perfect order, a picture of neatness. Now we propose to jump into a carriage and ride around the city.

We are awaiting the hour for the stage to arrive and convey us to the world-renowned battle-field of Waterloo; but ere my mind. becomes absorbed in the thrilling events connected with a battle which not only appeared to decide the destiny of Napoleon, but, we can safely add, in a degree the destiny of the

world, I must pen the sights and incidents of yesterday. The first that arrested my attention were the Botanical Gardens, beautifully and tastefully covering the hill-side.

We visited the Chamber of Representatives, where, on entering, I tarried for a long time examining and admiring the four statues representing Liberty, Freedom of the Press, Religion, Education, and Freedom of Speech. In the House of Commons, I was delighted with a grand picture portraying the battlefield of Waterloo.

The parks around these buildings and the King's Palace, are like lovely gardens ornamented with trees and flowers, elegant fountains sparkling in the clear sun-light, enriched with statuary and enclosed by luxuriant hedges. There is a fine monument erected in what is called the Martyrs' Place, surmounted by a female figure holding in her hand a laurel wreath, and below on each corner are figures representing angels as ministering spirits. On this spot, we are informed, three hundred "brave Belgians" and sixtyfive fair maidens were martyred in the revolution of 1830. The grand avenue of trees