system, declaring that grace, and grace alone, was what formed the teacher.  All else was of the earth earthy, and had nought to do with heavenly things.  One said that when he commenced preaching he could not read the bible—­he could do little more now, and yet throughout the country many a soul owned its sickness to have been healed through him.  Another then rose and answered him—­a native of the province, and of his own persuasion, but who had drank from the springing fountains of science and of holiness—­the bright gushing of whose clear streams sparkled through his discourse.  I have since forgotten his language, but I know that at the time nothing I had ever heard or read entranced me as did it, glowing as it was with the new world’s fervency of thought, and the old world’s wealth of learning.  He pleaded, as such should, for extended education, and his mighty words had power, and won the day.  The old men, stern in their prejudices as their zeal, were conquered, and the baptists have now well conducted establishments of learning throughout the province.

This discussion occupied the morning, and, at noon, we were invited home to dinner by a person who sat next us at the meeting, but whom we had never before seen.  Some twelve or fourteen others formed our party, rather a small one considering, but we were the second relay, another party having already dined and proceeded to the meeting house, where religious worship had commenced as soon as we left.  Our meal was not so varied in its details of cookery as the wealthier blue noses love to treat their guests with.  The number to be supplied, and the quantity of provisions required, prevented this.  It consisted of large joints of veal and mutton, baked and boiled, with a stately pot-pie, on its ponderous platter,—­the standing dish in all these parts.  Soon after dinner we were given to understand the dipping was about to commence; and walked along the shore to the place appointed for the purpose, in the bright blue waters of the bay, which is here formed by an inlet of the chief river of the province, the silver-rolling St. John.  The scene around us was wondrously rich and lovely—­the bright green intervale meadows with their lofty trees, the cloudless sky, the flashing waters, and the balmy breeze, which bore the breath of the far-off spruce and cedars.  From the assembled throng, who had now left the meeting-house, arose the hymns which form the principal part of their worship.

I have said the New Brunswickers are not, as yet, greatly favoured with the gift of music; this may, in a great measure, arise from deficient cultivation of the science, but at this time there was something strange and pleasant in the quick chaunting strain they raised, so different from the solemn sounds of sacred melody usual in other countries; and even Grace, accustomed to the organ’s pealing grandeur and lofty anthems of her own church, was pleased with it.  Still singing the minister entered the water,