the intermeddling of a third party. In the above sample of their conversation, I pretend not to give accurately the very words used by Judge Shattuck. The narrative is strictly accurate in this—that it gives a fair specimen of the dexterous manner in which the judge played off from the main question, which the anxious sinner wished to have taken up, and abruptly left him alone, with his conscience and his God. The next morning, we all met at the church. The house was crowded, and the great Master of assemblies was there. In a little time, an opportunity was given to those who were resolved to forsake the ways of sin and follow the Savior, to manifest their determination, by coming forward, in the presence of the church, that prayer might be offered up in their behalf, and suitable instructions given. No sooner was the invitation published, than from the far end of the house, over benches, and blocks, and other obstructions, came the colonel, tears streaming over both his cheeks; and down he knelt, among many others. After a solemn pause, he lifted up his voice in prayer; and the depth of his prostration of soul, the reverence expressed for the high and holy One, the wide range of his desires, the propriety, pathos, and power of his prayer, forcibly reminded me of his venerable father, whom I had heard pray so many years ago. The associations were affecting and overwhelming. I bowed my head amongst them there, to weep with those that wept, and rejoice with those that did rejoice.

I will only add, further, that, during this interesting meeting, some twelve or fourteen gentlemen - a part of them were the heads of families; all of them were in the prime of life-commenced praying publicly in the prayer meetings of the church.

As for the colonel, my esteem for him grew with my acquaintance; and when I returned to Missouri, I wrote him a fraternal letter, as a memorial of friendship. And when I had told him how the Lord had graciously preserved my family during my absence, and desired him to remember me to the many dear friends I had left in Mississippi, and signed my name to the letter, I wrote on the left-hand side of the page, opposite my name, "Col. John M'Clellan," making a heavy score under John. I then folded the letter, and directed it thus: "Col. John M'Clellan, Carrollton, Mississippi," again emphasizing the John with a heavy score. I knew that when the colonel received it, he would understand it all, and, be satisfied that in my letter, at least, I had not called him "Jo."

RED RIVER.

In the month of January, 1845, I made my first visit to the people on Red River. Some of my acquaintances had emigrated to that region, and had written to me, stating that a number of members and friends of the Presbyterian church were already in that country; and that if some of our ministers could go and labor for a time among them, their hearts would be strengthened and encouraged, infant churches might be organized, and a foundation laid for extensive permanent good.

On landing at Shreveport, about seven hundred miles above New Orleans, I was astonished to learn that the American settlements on Red River were already so extensive. While I was there, a steamboat, loaded with cotton, came down from a point some four hundred miles higher up on the river; and the oldest merchants in Shreveport- that is, those who had been there seven or eight years were expressing their amazement at the rapidity with which the American settlements were extending west.

I was led to the reflection, that we should look with much indulgence on the mistakes of English travellers, and travellers from the eastern sections of our own country, concerning the condition of the west, when we find that its growth and advancement outstrip the

conceptions of those who have been born, and have spent all their days, in its bosom.

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Much of the population in this part of the country was from the extreme south - Georgia, Alabama, and South Carolina. Many of them were religious people, of highly cultivated minds, and ardent piety. Not a few of them were the acquaintances and personal friends of John C. Calhoun. Their admiration and esteem for the great statesman were wonderful as a politician merely, but as an eminently good man. Repeatedly was I assured by them, that we, who know the honorable senator only as a political man, know but little of his sterling worth, compared with those who have had access to his society, as a citizen at home, a neighbor, and a member of the church of Christ.

While laboring at Shreveport, I was called on by a Baptist preacher, who told me that he lived in Texas, and that he would be pleased to travel with me, if I would consent to spend some time in that republic; and as he was well acquainted with the country, and the roads were few and obscure, he could be serviceable to me as a guide. I accepted his kind offer, and set him a time when I would meet him at Greenwood, within four miles of the Texas frontier. At this period, Texas was no part of the American Union. When the appointed time had come, my Baptist preacher met me at Greenwood; and we started for his home, which was at the distance of eighteen miles. We passed the broad lane, cut through the tall timber, which showed the boundary line between the United States and the young republic; and after swimming some streams, and traversing divers canebrakes, we

reached the house of my friend in safety. Many of the neighbors were assembled, according to an appointment previously made; and on that night I had the privilege, for the first time in my life, of preaching the gospel beyond the limits of the United States.

Early the next morning, my friend and I set out for Marshall, the county seat of Harrison county, Texas. It was eighteen miles; yet he uttered no word of reluctance about going so far; and the country was so new and pathless, that I should scarcely have found the way without a guide. When we had gained an eminence that overlooked the town, the Baptist preacher reined up his horse, and took a survey of the prospect before us. It was not very promising. The buildings were mostly small log houses, covered with clapboards ; and the bushes were growing all over the public square, and along the streets. "Stop," said he; "there is not an ear of corn in this place." I did not, at first, comprehend his meaning, and asked what it was that he had remarked. "There is not one ear of corn in this place. We cannot find accommodation even for our horses. Come, let us go back. I have an appointment for the Sabbath in my neighborhood. Our people will be glad to hear you preach. Come, let us go back."

"I think I am too old a soldier to adopt that course," was my reply. "I have been on many a hard campaign; and I think I must go down into the town, and see who live here, before I can consent to leave the neighborhood."

"Very well," said he; "if that is your determination, I will go with you." So on we rode into the public square of the town of Marshall.

After reconnoitring for a little time, we entered a