372 A SUNDAY IN ST LOUIS. 



levelling that pocket corner, which of course his downcast 

 eye can see, at the fourth or fifth button, as the case may 

 be, of his adversary's waistcoat. Having perfected his aim 

 while temporising in speech, he shoots his opponent 

 through the heart, lungs, or body, no matter which, and 

 effectually unsteadies his neighbour's aim. Society at 

 large in the United States is much indebted to Sharp 

 and Co.'s patent, for the civilised humanity of such a 

 weapon is obvious, and needs no further praise from me. 



My horses, mules, and dogs having safely arrived at 

 St Louis, and received the kindest attention from the 

 captain of the Carrier steam-packet, I resolved to leave 

 all but my dogs in the care of my friend Mr Campbell, to be 

 by him disposed of. George and my dogs I despatched 

 by express, and in kennels or roomy boxes made for the 

 latter, right through to New York, and from Adams's 

 Express Company and their servants I obtained all the 

 prompt notice and care I could desire ; nor must I omit 

 thus publicly to thank My Hoey, their gentleman-like 

 agent, for his never-failing kindness and attention. 



On Sunday, the 13th of November, I attended in the 

 pew of my gallant friend Col. Simmer, at Christchurch 

 Church, and therein heard, from the Eev. Mr Schayler, 

 as gracefully preached and as effective a sermon as ever 

 man uttered. . The address which I then heard delivered 

 before that attentive and respectable though scanty con 

 gregation thoroughly confirmed every idea I had previ 

 ously formed of the state of religion generally throughout 

 the United States. True, at New York and in other 

 civilised cities fashion makes the church to be well at 

 tended, but the further you go from fashion and the best 

 society, and the more you get among the middle and 

 lower classes, the greater the neglect of all spiritual con- 



