I could not forbear drawing the discouraging contrast of quitting those to whom we had become united in the gospel of peace, in a country the most beautiful that Nature can present, with a long journey in prospect through a dreary country whose inhabitants wish only to get what they can from us.

These discouraging fears could only be silenced by reflecting that the same protecting Providence presides over all and everywhere.
Travelling with their own single horse, their favorite _Poppet_, the progress they made was necessarily slow, and they did not reach Paris till the 19th.

After spending a few days in that city, they proceeded to Cherbourg, and arrived there after six days of hard travelling.

At this place John Yeardley writes:-- 3 _mo_.

2 .-- In looking back on our late travels, a degree of sweet peace and thankfulness covered my mind in the humble belief that our weak but sincere desires to do the great Master's will was a sacrifice well-pleasing in his holy sight.