. Autobiography of Charles H. Spurgeon compiled from his diary, letters and records by his wife and his private secretary. e,This emblematic figure well porkers snout, not riice in diet shows;The padlock shut, no secret hell disclose ;Patient the ass, his masters rage will bear;Swiftness in errand the stags feet his left hand, apt to labour saith;The vest, his neatness; open hand, his faith;Girt with the sword, his shield upon his arm,Himself and master hell protect from harm. II. siUK(;eons autobiograpiiv. 263 St. Giles Hill, above WinchesLer, cind vvalched the setti
. Autobiography of Charles H. Spurgeon compiled from his diary, letters and records by his wife and his private secretary. e,This emblematic figure well porkers snout, not riice in diet shows;The padlock shut, no secret hell disclose ;Patient the ass, his masters rage will bear;Swiftness in errand the stags feet his left hand, apt to labour saith;The vest, his neatness; open hand, his faith;Girt with the sword, his shield upon his arm,Himself and master hell protect from harm. II. siUK(;eons autobiograpiiv. 263 St. Giles Hill, above WinchesLer, cind vvalched the setting- sun, and have seen thelamps lit one after another all along the hill. It was very beautiful indeed, and theevening was so cool and calm it did me a world ol ;^ood. Salisbury.—To-day has been very dull and wet. Our drive through Hursleyto Romsey was all very well ; but froni Romsey here, there was a constant downpour,and it got to be rather wearisome. It rains still, and I feel very tired ; but a sunnyday to-morrow will set me up again. I dont like big hotels in towns li-e dear old Hatches and the blessed •WOTTON HATCH —A FAVOURITE RESTING-PLACE OF MR. SPURGEON. Amesbury. Sabbath.—-Last evening, we went into the grounds of the AbbeyPark, the property of Sir Edward Antrobus. The river Avon runs through the■domain, in many windings, branchings, and twistings. The grounds are thicklywooded, but so little frequented that we heard the hoarse crow of the pheasant, thecoo of pigeons, the cry of waterfowl, the song of countless birds, and the plash ofleaping fish, but no sound of mans profaning footsteps. We sat on an ornamentalbridge, and listened to the eloquence of nature, while the river hastened alongbeneath us. The family being away, we had leave to wander anywhere, and weenjoyed the liberty very much. I was up this morning at six oclock, dressing slowly,and meditating , then I came down, and had an hours work at T/ie Interpreter. Ido not mean to preach to-da
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