. Autobiography of Charles H. Spurgeon compiled from his diary, letters and records by his wife and his private secretary. All this walk was insolitude, among great trees. It was so singular to sit down in the silence, brokenonly by the warble of the brooks liquid notes, or by the noise of a moving bird, orthe scream of a water-fowl, or the surprise of hearing a great crack, such as furniturewill give in certain weathers. A dog saluted us with pertinacious barking, and wefound his mistress, an artist, sitting down on a sandbank in the stream, dog evidently felt that he was her pr
. Autobiography of Charles H. Spurgeon compiled from his diary, letters and records by his wife and his private secretary. All this walk was insolitude, among great trees. It was so singular to sit down in the silence, brokenonly by the warble of the brooks liquid notes, or by the noise of a moving bird, orthe scream of a water-fowl, or the surprise of hearing a great crack, such as furniturewill give in certain weathers. A dog saluted us with pertinacious barking, and wefound his mistress, an artist, sitting down on a sandbank in the stream, dog evidently felt that he was her protector, but I do not think we shouldhave seen the lady if he had not called our attention to her presence. Oh ! it wasdelicious to lie on a bed of moss, beneath a shady beech, with ferns and foxglovesall around, and the water rippling at ones feet ! It was balm and cordial to me. Bishops Waltham.—We left delightful Lyndhurst at about nine oclock thismorning, and drove along a charming road till we reached Southampton, and crossedby the horse-ferry to go to Netley, and explore the ruins of its Abbey. Certainly, no. NETLEY ABBEY.—THE CLOISTER COURT. C. II. SlURGEON S AUT0I;I0(.;RA1HY. 2/1 place could be more conoenial for an hour or so of rest. One can clamber up to thetop in some places, especially in the S(juth transept, where there is a walk on a s(jrtof narrow ledge under the arches below the window. I was greatly interested, butcould only keep on saying to myself, How I wish my dear wifey were here!From there we went to see the Victoria Hospital, driving along by the edge ofSouthampton Water,—such a fine drive ! The Hospital is the longest buildingin England ; I should think it is nearly half a mile long. Then we went over thehills to Botley, where the views are boundless, and so on to this queer old have been wandering among the ruins of a castle-palace, where Henry II. andCoeur-de-Lion have feasted in the days gone by. It has been a cool, lovely day, andthe
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