This is a quaint old stone house of the Elizabethan period, and stands in the midst of an estate of about fourteen hundred acres which Mr Lampston purchased about fifteen years ago at a price of a about a hundred dollars per acre. This is the investment of the labour of years in commerce. He is now engaged in improving and advancing it, though he does not abandon the more fruitful source of profits. This is practical wisdom. We walked about two miles along a very pretty country road to a very old church, where we heard the service of Whitsunday, including that terrible dose of the Athanasian creed, which goes far to spoil my taste for what of it is really good. The attendance was good in a very small church. We drove home with Mrs Lampson, and afterward walked over much of the farm, examining stock, and barns and tenants dwellings, and land and all the appendages ot an English farm. From thence we returned to the house and had a quiet dinner and evening. The only visitor who is here besides us is a friend of Mr Henry Lampson’s— Mr Granville Hampden, the son of the Bishop of Hereford.