I passed a few days at Westerly, and could not but remember with gratitude my first visit to this place some six years ago. As I saw the beautiful church--the neat parsonage house--the respectable congregation, and the multiplied tokens of true piety around me, I could not but say, "_What hath God wrought!_" Never can I doubt that the power of God is connected with _Revivals of religion_, while I remember the scenes of Westerly--while so many "fruits of the Spirit" remain, of consistent, devoted, exemplary followers of Christ, brought to a knowledge of the truth in a revival. Because men get up imitations of the work of the Lord, as the magicians did of the miracles of Moses, it does not invalidate the Lord's work any more than those magical attempts did the truth of his miracles. I have room only to add, if the Lord permits, you will soon hear from me again. CHAPTER XX. THE SUDDEN STORM. Rapid travelling--Auburn--Stage coach--Seneca Lake--Summer's sultry heat--Sudden change--Fierce tempest--Imminent peril. _Seneca, August 6th._ In our journey to this place, we had a practical illustration of the increased facilities and greatly accelerated movements of modern travelling. Having left New York on Wednesday evening, the fifteenth of July, at five o'clock, we found ourselves the next evening, before nine o'clock, at Auburn--a distance but little short of three hundred and fifty miles, which was passed over, omitting, in our reckoning, the time spent at Albany, Utica, and Syracuse, in about twenty-one hours.