But, perhaps, the narration of those circumstances would seem to be a digression, yet they are to my mind full of interest, and so closely interwoven among my early associations that I cannot easily pass over them. I well remember the exhibition which took place in my native village. On one of the large painted pictures was displayed a figure of the queen in her robes, and beneath was the brilliant motto, “Regina” still, in spite of them, Here then we rest. The universal cause Acts to one end, but acts by various laws; Let this great truth be present night and day, But most be present if we preach or pray. POPE’S _Essay on Man_. There was nearly as much for me to do on a Sunday, during the winter season, as on other days; the cattle must be fed; turnips within, and straw without, must be placed ready for the cows to eat, and the fat pigs were to be attended to, of which there was a good number, but sometimes I had an opportunity of going to chapel, on an afternoon, when my work was forward; and there were reading services in the family on Sunday evenings, implying there was a desire to serve and obey the true and living God. Thus much for a beginning. I soon learned to drive the tumbril, the harrow, the roller, and the wagon, and was, perhaps, nearly as useful as was expected to be; and on one occasion the master made me draw a furrow across a field with a pair of horses, he following, and pronounced himself satisfied with the result. During my sojourn here, I was several times mercifully preserved from death. On one occasion I was driving a loaded tumbril from the yard, where it was filled, to the manure heap, about a quarter-of-a mile on the road, and then on to the meadow. A horse which I was using, a wild young creature, annoyed by the flies, started off as soon as I got upon his back. I was quite powerless, and lost all control over him. He went at full gallop straight home, and though a cart shed, that was standing by the road-side, having beams across, and so constructed that there was little height more than was required for an empty wagon. I pressed my head down as low as I could, and the interposing mercy of my God preserved me, or I should have been dashed to pieces. The horse ran quite through, and then stopped as if by magic. The men came out of the yard, seeing the danger, and expected to have seen me killed, or seriously injured; but neither myself nor the horse suffered any harm. I did not think much about it at the time, but I have many times looked back with a thankful heart.—“Thou shalt remember all the way the Lord thy God hath led thee.”