earnest, and diligent preparation for his last hour. He welcomed the harbingers of death, and took a Christian farewell of relatives, friends, servants, rich and poor. At this season Mr. Nelson was particularly acceptable to Mr. Kettlewell, and was much with him, and has left a somewhat minute and very interesting account of the few last days and dying moments of his departing friend. On Thursday morning, 11th April, 1695, he apprehended himself departing, and said to the Rev. Mr. Bell-" I am now entering upon my last labour. The Lord gave, and the Lord is now taking away;-blessed be the name of the Lord! For I thank my God, I am going without any distrust, without the least misgiving, to a place of rest, joy, and everlasting bliss. THERE IS NO LIFE LIKE A HAPPY DEATH..

.I have some little pain indeed, but my pain is nothing so extraordinary as my hopes; for I have earnestly repented of all my sins, and verily believe that, through the tender mercies of my God, and merits of my blessed Saviour, Jesus Christ, I shall be carried up into Abraham's bosom." He then made this short prayer-"I wait, O God, for that everlasting rest which I want at present, but shall not long. I am ready when thou, my God, callest for me, yet can stay with patience till thou pleasest; for thy time is the best time, and thy pleasure the best pleasure." He then desired the "Commendatory Prayer." His brother coming in, he told him wherein he had given him offence, forgave him heartily, and praycu for him and his. He proceeded scrupulously to ascertain from those present that he was reconciled to all. In the afternoon he turned to Mr. Nelson, sitting by his bed-side, and said in a voice scarcely audible, "Mr. Nelson, 'tis brave to go to a place where one can enjoy a friend without fear of losing him; where every thing is agreeable, because neither sin nor sorrow enter; where there needs no sun to shine, forasmuch as God is the light of that place, and every saint is a star; each one's bliss is felt by every blessed inhabitant, and happiness is dispensed by a blessed circulation." He added something more about the new Jerusalem, which was lost by the lowness of his voice. After calling Mrs. Kettlewell to him, and thanking her exceedingly for her attentions, he said to her, "Child, trust God with thyself. I trust him with thee freely. God's providence is the best protection, and there is no such way to engage his good providence as by trusting him." The end now quickly came; exhausted nature, unequal to another effort, sank on a sudden: the next morning (April 12th), being raised up to take some chocolate for refreshment, he expired in a moment in that posture.

"How blest the righteous when he dies!
When sinks the weary soul to rest!
How mildly beam the closing eyes!
How gently heaves th' expiring breast!

So fades the summer cloud away;

So sinks the gale when storms are o'er;

So gently shuts the eye of day;

So dies a wave upon the shore.

Life's duty done, as sinks the clay,

Light from its load the spirit flies;

While heaven and earth combine to say,

'How blest the righteous when he dies!'"-BARBAULE.

His funeral rites were solemnized on 15th April, by Dr. Thomas Ken, the deprived Bishop of Bath and Wells, who read the Burial Service and the whole Evening Service in his episcopal habits. The good Bishop officiated at his own request, in the stead of a clergyman who had been named by Mr. Kettlewell, from a particular respect to Mr. Kettlewell's pious memory. He was interred in the parish church of All-Hallows, Barking, near the Tower, in the same grave where Archbishop Laud was before interred, within the communion rails. Near the place is a neat marble monument erected to his memory by his widow.

The preamble of Mr. Kettlewell's last will contains a most clear, satisfactory, and delightful exposition of his Christian mind and faith. Among others are these words, "I have always lived upon thy goodness, O my dear God; I have ever met it, both in my successes and in my disappointments, in my comforts and in my afflictions, and in all the accidents and providential orderings through all the moments of my life. I have ever found thy word a sure word, and thy promises true and steadfast, and have fully proved and experienced thy paternal care and tenderness, &c. And this I do gladly and thankfully publish at my death to thy glory and praise." How irresistibly and delightfully these words remind us of that sweet, filial, happy spirit of adoption with which he set out in life, which never seems to have left him, but to have marked his temper to the end. And for this, it must be here repeated, he was indebted, under God, to early maternal instruction. In the same will, he has left, in very affectionate terms, a high character of Mrs. Kettlewell, to whom he bequeathed his patrimonial estate of Low Fields, near Brompton, as her jointure for life. This is mentioned to shew the happy results and termination of a marriage undertaken in the fear of God, solemnized in the devoutest manner, and entered into with a special trust in the conduct and care of a gracious Providence.

The last named estate, which was his birth-place, he made a settlement of, after the decease of his widow, upon the Poor of Northallerton and Brompton, for ever. He had from other sources remembered his relatives, friends, and dependents. Having done this, he thought he had liberty to do something for himself: for so he spake of what he gave to pious or charitable purposes. As God had not blessed him with children of his own, he gladly adopted the poor members of Christ to be heirs of his paternal inheritance; and, far from repining at the want of issue, he thanked God for the opportunity thus put into his hands of testifying his love and devotion towards Him. The estate contains "by estimation four oxgangs or eighty acres, be the same more or less ;" and the proceeds are annually to be laid out in some or all of the following ways: the purchase of Bibles, Prayer Books, &c.-Physic for the SickClothes-Schooling-Binding Apprentice-Setting him up when he has served it—or maintaining a Youth at one of the Universities. The first distribution of the proceeds bears date in 1719. Mrs. Kettlewell therefore probably survived her husband about twenty-three years.

GLENDALOCH.*

THE solitary traveller who visits the ruins of some ancient shrine, although his object be not that of the pilgrim of old, must be destitute of all interest in the early establishment of the Christian religion if he do not feel his spirit quickened when the remains of the once holy fane, with which so many pious traditions are associated, first breaks on his view. If this be so when the ruin is surrounded by modern edifices, and the bustling noisy crowds of a populous city, how much more intense must the feeling be when, after traversing some vast solitude, he finds the object of his search buried amidst the wildest and most sublime features of nature, with scarcely a vestige of living man.

There can be but few places more strikingly illustrative of these remarks than the desolate city of Glendaloch- once so holy and renowned, but now possessing only the perishing ruins of its churches, without even the fragment of a single civil or military edifice remaining.

Having traversed a country which is sometimes rich, fertile, and beautiful, sometimes wild and mountainous, the traveller at length finds himself entering a narrow valley,-dreary, savage, and grand. He has arrived at a bridge which stretches its three elliptic arches over the Avonmore; here he pauses and looks on the ruins of Glendaloch, seated in the gorge of the stupendous mountains which frown, darkly sublime, on the glen, the lakes, the rivers, and the sacred relics of a thousand years.

On the south, north, and west, rise abruptly from the dark lochs those huge mountains whose precipitous sides, clothed with brown heath and still more sombre peat, reflecting no light from the sun, throw a solemn horror over the scene, well calculated to inspire religious sentiments, or even the dark terrors of superstition. To the north are the mountains Kemeyderry and the gigantic Broccagh, on the south Lugduff and Derrybawm, and from the vast mountain at the head of the glen the Glaneola falls in a cataract, forming, with the river Glandasan, which rises out of Lochnahanfan at the distance of a league from the glen, its small branch called St. Kevin's Keeve, and some mountain torrents, a junction in the valley which obtains the name of the Avonmore, or the great river, which, when swelled, as it frequently is by sudden floods, is rapid and dangerous. The two lakes are divided by a rich soil, but the surrounding ground

Glendaloch, Glendalough, or Glandelagh, in the Barony of Ballynacor, county of Wicklow, 22 miles S. of Dublin, and 11 N. W. of Wicklow. Its ancient name was Cluayn Duach,-its present seems to be a Saxon compound, descriptive of its situation, in a valley with lakes. It has been variously, descriptively, and poetically designated even in Papal Bulls (and Archiepiscopal Letters. Pope Lucius III. styles it "Episcopatus Insularum;" Hovedon, Secretary to Henry II., "Episcopatus Bistagniensis;" and Felix O'Ruadan, Archbishop of Armagh in the time of King John, "Ecclesia in Montanis."