Wesley Corpus

houses; so that Armagh is at length rising out of its ruins into a large and populous city. So much good may any man of a large fortune do, if he lays it out to the best advantage ! Tues. 23.-I went on to Tanderagee, one of the pleasantest towns in Ireland. As itwas afair, calm evening, I had designed to preach in the avenue to the Castle ; but being desired to preach in the court-yard, I took my place under a tall spread- ing tree, in the midst of a numerous congregation, who were still as night. There could not be devised a more pleasing scene : The clear sky, the setting sun, the surrounding woods, the plain, unaffected people, were just suitable to the subject, "My yoke is easy, and my burden is light." Wed. 24. For exactly two months, we have had only two days without rain. In the evening I preached in the same lovely place. I dined, supped, and lodged at Dr. Lesley's, the Rector ; a well-bred, sensible, and I believe a pious man. We had family prayers before supper, which he read with admirable propriety and devotion; and I know not that I have spent a more agreeable evening since I came into the kingdom. Thur. 25. I walked round Dr. Lesley's domain : A plea- santer spot I never saw. It lies on the top of a fruitful hill, at a small distance from the town ; and commands the whole view of a lovely country, east, west, north, and south ; and it is laid out with the finest taste imaginable. The ground I took for a park I found was an orchard, tufted with fruit-trees, and flowering-shrubs ; and surrounded with a close, shady walk. I spent another hour with the amiable family this morning; and it was an hour I shall not soon forget : But it will never return ! For one, if not more, ofthat lovely company, are since removed to Abraham's bosom. In the evening I preached to a large congregation at Newry ; and on Saturday morning returned to Dublin. I had now just finished Xenophon's Κυρε Παιδεια ; some parts of which I think are exceeding dull, particularly his numerous speeches, and above all the tedious dialogue between Cyrus and Cambyses. Butwhat a beautiful picture does he