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that same Eye, how many million faults does it not mark, 

 for ever unperceived by mortal vision ! Perhaps it would 

 be well to think, not that our fellow-mortals are often 

 incapable of appreciating our meritorious struggles and 

 resistances to sin, but that they still oftener are unable to 

 detect our rebellious and unchristian thoughts. Yet we 

 often think ourselves martyrs when God is not in all our 

 thoughts ; and, execrating the consuming fever of our 

 thirst, we pass unheeded the Fountain of living waters. I 

 find I must close for the present. I shall add a few lines 

 before sealing up. 



" Monday, 9th June. 

 " I was interrupted yesterday by the party insisting that 

 I should turn out and join them in a walk. We ascended 

 the hill above Tongue, and enjoyed a magnificent and far- 

 extended view of sea and land. To the west, Ben Hope, 

 and the other great mountains of Sutherland, their summits 

 partly enveloped in clouds ; to the east, a great part of 

 Caithness lay in barren blackness ; and to the north, a vast 

 expanse of calm but heaving waters of the ocean lay 

 between us and the distant Orkney Islands, which were 

 distinctly visible in the distance, with spots of snow upon 

 their solemn but serene, summits. Immediately beneath our 

 feet was the Kyle of Tongue, a salt-water loch of great 

 beauty when the tide is in, and the swelling waters come 

 close upon the green pastures and straggling birch woods 



