Mr.Eversleigh has to-night, been describing Adam's Peak to me.

Truly this is a most marvellous mountain, and its effect upon me I find hard to put into words.

To-day I watched it standing solitary and royal from the low hills that surround it.
At its feet waved a very sea of green forest, around its summit were gathered black clouds charged with lightning.

Mr.Eversleigh tells me of the worship here paid to it, and the thousands of pilgrims that wear its crags with their patient feet.

Can I hope to succeed when so many with prayers so much more holy have failed?
Even as I write, its unmoved face is mocking the fire of heaven.