But I would consider. this diversity of ROADS from Brighton not only in a national but in a moral point of view. However different their track and varied their aspect, each route has its travellers, and all converge towards the metropolis of the British Empire! On these roads, individuals are perhaps, in their own peculiar way, delighted— some preferring the rough and others the smooth, some the more exposed and others the more shady, appear ances of Nature-Each having made his choice, pursues his inclination without interruption, and ALL meet at the end of their journey! Thus is it with the professors of Christianity. The right of private judgment is asserted, and the sufficiency of the Holy Scriptures (as their Map or Chart) acknowledged. Deliberately adopting articles of faith and modes of worship, they pursue their own career with sincerity, and at its termination behold the heavenly inheritance! The civil power protects Christian pilgrims from the depredations of intolerance and bigotry. PEACE marks their progress-their consum-nation eternal felicity! This is the perfection of Christian charity.* Leaving BRIGHTON, and pursuing the road to Lewes, we pass on the right a pleasing range of ALMSHOUSES, whose little Gothic windows impart an air of stability. They were erected in 1796 by Mrs. Marriott, agreeably to the will of Mrs. Dorothy and Mrs. Ann Percy, for the reception of six poor widows of the Church of England"Here the sad heir of pining grief May-bless'd be HEAVEN obtain relief, While on the humble village green How oft the low-roofed-pile is seen, Where poverty forgets its woes, And WEARIED ALL may find repose!" COMBE. Near this spot is seen THE PRINCE's Cricket Ground, on which is held the annual South Down Sheep Fair. In this exercise the PRINCE REGENT excelled -the present Duke of Richmond, Lord Winchelsea, Lord Beauclerc, together with other noblemen and gentlemen, were not unfrequently of the party. *The reader will find amusement in the perusal of Dean Swift's "Tale of the Tub" -a kind of religious romance-wberein Peter (Church of Rome), Martin, or Luther (Church of England), and Jack, or John Calvin (Protestant Dissenters), are made to designate the whole religious community. Some medical men, however, though they enjoin on all occasions proper muscular exercise, yet reprobate that of Cricket as too violent-alledging, that the positions into which players must necessarily throw themselves, cannot fail to be productive of injury to the body. Dislocations of the hip-joint are not uncommon, from the awkward posture occasioned by employing both arms at the same time in striking a distant object! Dr. Willich trusts that the time is not very remote when this game of Cricket, like that of Pugilism (a most barbarous practice), will be utterly exploded. Further on towards the left, we soon meet an extensive and permanent range of BARRACKS. Immense must have been the expense incurred by the erection of this lofty pile of building. But it is reckoned, both as to external appearance and interior accommodation, equal to any similar structure in the kingdom. Much hath been said by statesmen, mimisterial and oppositionists, respecting the introduction of barracks, Soldiers quartered on individuals is a burdensome thing, whilst their seclusion may be denounced as removing them too much from the habits of the mass of the community. Most dreaded on any occasion is a military government. BRITONS are nobly jealous of any measure, however specious for self defence, which may prove destructive of civil and religious liberty. Passing the Porters' Lodges at the Gate leading to the Earl of Chichester's Seat and Park (described in my last Letter), we reached the little vil lage of Falmer.—It is remarkable only for having formerly a convent to which removed from Preston House the much-to-be-pitied ANN CLEVE, the repudiated spouse of the brutal Henry Villth-where dying 1557, her remains were consigued to their native dust! DEATH is what? To bring his pride to nought- To stop-their hand- When they're laid low, From Falmer Hill there is a delicious view of the country-and from Ashcombe toll-gate, a road may be seen branching off to the Lewes raceground, of equestrian celebrity. When I first travelled some years ago-this road lying between hills—it had in my eyes the charms of a romantic valley! At length drawing near Lewes, you discern from afar, on a sloping eminence, small Barracks, having the air of a populous village. The buildings being constructed with timber, and painted, re'minded me of a picture which I had seen of Sydney Cove, in our distant colony of Botany Bay, or the little towns raised with wood by our persecuted forefathers, having escaped from the iron arm of persecution to the wilderness of America! LEWES, a large and populous town, standing on the slope of a hill, in a romantic situation, is distant forty eight miles from London, and eight miles from Brighton. Lying on the river Ouse, it is navigable for barges six miles down to Newhaven. LEWES consists of near 1000 houses, with about 6000 inhabitants-1600 of whom are employed in trade, and 500 in agriculture. It has now six, and had formerly twelve parish churches. St Thomas at Cliff, so called from standing under the high chalky cliffs at the outskirts of the town, is the handsomest structure of all. Surrounded by hills, LEWES was once encompassed with walls. Part of its ancient castle on a mount still remains-whence is an *See Anti-Jacobin Review for October, 1818. A pleasing poem, suggested by these venerable ruins, was written by the Rev. Mr. Button, now a clergyman of the Church of England. The town once abounded with religious houses, and must have been in great vogue previous to the Reformation. A priory of Cluniac monks was founded here in 1078, by the Earl of Warren, deemed the first of that order in England. Here are many charities which do honour to humanity. Nor should it be forgotten, that at Lewes are numerous schools for inestimable blessing, here seems to have the rising generation. EDUCATION, that her claims recognized.—“ If on an eminence," says a modern Writer, "WE could look down on the adverse part of the moral world, and see its self-willed, turbulent, maddened, jealous, sanguinary career-the waywardness of childhood-the stubbornness of adolescence -the jarrings, errors, and crimes of society-the animosities of states, and the merciless tyranny of their rulersand would then ask the questionWhence all this ?-EDUCATION (we will give it the name) would issue from her privacy, into which she had been thrust by the perpetrators of error and of crime- and with stentorian voice re ply-It chiefly originates in neglect— in disregard of me! I would have moralized the world-I only have the power to fructify the mind-the soil 1 possess has perpetual fertility-implanted in it, the mind becomes enriched with the sap of virtue, grows luxuriantly, and retains everlasting ver dure. I give the pattern of virtueI adorn society-and but for bereditary enemies, I should humanise the world!'" At LEWES is an excellent Literary Society, containing productions of almost every description and bere likewise also are held the well known meetings of the Sussex Agricultural Society. In this town, during the time of Edward the Confessor, the fine for shedding of blood was 7s, and for adultery 8s. 4d-with the farther proviso that the King should have the adulterer, and the Archbishop-the woman! This was a curious mode of enriching his Grace of Canterbury. The Protestant dissenters are numerous at LewEs-having Presbyterian, Independent, and Baptist places of worship, beside a small, but ancient, General Baptist meeting house in its suburbs, Southover-where the attendants, though few, are respectable. Here is likewise a chapel belonging to Lady Huntingdon and, of course, accommodations for both kinds of Methodists -those of Whitfield and of Wesleythe former of the Calvinistic and the latter of the Arminian persuasion. Dr. Holland, in his Visitation Sermon, delivered, 1813, at Lewes, notices them with severity-but the Methodists (it is acknowledged by their enemies) have been of eminent service to the lower classes of the community.* In the cemetery belonging to Jirch Chapel, lie the remains of the cele brated WILLIAM HUNTINGTON, S. S. or Sinner Suved. His real name was Hunt, and he was a native of Cranbrook, in Kent. When converted he was a Coalheaver, and had to struggle grievously with poverty. Becoming a preacher, he still encountered many difficulties— but at last rose to affluence, and even splendour. For marrying the_widow of a late Lord Mayor of London, he rode in his chariot, and, episcopal-like, his equipage was graced with a purple livery! After a carcer singularly checquered, he died, in the sixty-ninth year of his age, July 1st, 1813, at Tunbridge Wells, and the inhabitants of LEWES have had the honour of having his ashes deposited among them! His Epitaph on the tomb is his own-and this is its history, taken from his posthumous works:-"He then spoke of the judg ments (a few days before his death) that had befallen his ENEMIES, and with much warmth added-Those that have cruelly treated me and my God-I shall see again, to appear as a witness against them! And although it is not for me to say it, yet it shall be known and acknowledged, after I am gone, that there hath been a Prophet among them.' He then saidTake a pen, and write my Epitaph as follows: * See Sketch of the Denominations of the CHRISTIAN WORLD, by J. Evans, thirteenth edition; as well as SEQUEL to the Sketch, fourth edition-containing one hundred testimonics in behalf of candour and cha-. rity. The temper and conduct of profes sors constitute the only genuine test of Christianity. Europ. Mag. Vol. LXXIV.Nov. 1818. "Here lies THE COAL-HEAVER (remember, I will have it so), and, as though it were but one sentence; he went on-" Beloved of his God, but abhorred of men. The Omniscient Judge at the grand Assize shall ratify and confirm this to the confusion of many thousands, for ENGLAND and its Metropolis shall know that there hath been A PROPHET among them. W. H. S.S." To say the least of this mortuary composition, it betrays on the part of the dying Prophet no excess of modesty, humility, or charity. Indeed, certain expressions seem to glow with the effervescence of an Antichristian resentment. His Lady did not long survive him-expiring also at Tunbridge Wells, she was buried under an apple tree in a garden upon a common near Cranbrook. Thus both Prophet and Prophetess lie mouldering in the unhallowed recesses of unconsecrated ground. Peace be to their memory! LEWES is a borough, and sends two members to Parliament. Here occur severe struggles in behalf of civil and religious liberty. An unavailing attempt was made at the last election to obtain for their member the eldest son of the eloquent and patriotic Lord Erskine, an ornament to his country. Near Lewes, in 1264, was fought a bloody battle between Henry the IIId, accompanied by his son, and the Ba rons, headed by Simon de Montfort, Earl of Leicester, in which the King was defeated and taken prisoner. His subsequent story will be found in every History of England. Here is a wellbuilt PRISON, and I am fearful not very thinly inhabited. It is a pity that the prison at Philadelphia, where labour at various trades is made beneficial to the culprit and the community, should not be made the model of every house of incarceration throughout the civilised world. The names of Howard and of Neil-of Bennett and of Euxton-are emblazoned upon the scroll of Humanity: Imprisonment itself properly managed is a sore evil. Pent up in the solitary cell, the captive is entombed alive -reflection is generated—and the most obdurate soul is worn down into repentance. And softly-varied shades, look gloriously? Cast up their sparkling waters to the light? On the soft morning air?— Do the flocks bleat, and the wild creatures bound In antic happiness-and mazy birds The crowing of the cock so near my WALLS, From a windmill in the vicinity of LEWES is a fine view of THE SEA, with the adjacent towns, as well as gentle mens' seats, not to be exceeded in the united kingdom. I shall only add, that John Evelyn, the celebrated author of the Sylva, was educated at the grammar school of Lewes, whence he removed to Baliol College, Oxford. His Memoirs, recently published, are replete with entertainment. Born 1620, he died 1706, at Sayes' Court, Deptford, an ornament to his country. EVELYN was indeed the English Gentleman. A recent writer has remarked, in the review of his Memoirs, "Neither to solicit public offices, nor to shun them, but when they are conferred to execute their duties diligently, conscientiously, and fearlessly—to have no amusements but such as, being laudable as well as innocent, are healthful alike for the mind and for the body, and in which, while the passing hour is beguiled, a store of delightful recollection is laid up-to be the liberal encourager of LITERATURE and the ARTS-to seck for true and permanent enjoyment by the practice of the household virtues, the only course by which it can be found to enlarge the sphere of existence backwards by means of learning through all time, and forward by means of faith through all eternity-behold the fair ideal of human happiness !"* (To be concluded in our nexɩ.) * See Progress of Human Life, or Seven Ages of Man, illustrated by Extracts in Prose and Poetry, for the Use of Families and Schools, by J. Evans, introduced by a Memoir of Shakspeare and his Writings, drawn from Dr. Drake's celebrated work on the subject. RECOLLECTIONS OF A METROPOLITAN CURATE. Chapter III. Not present good or ill, our joy or curse, Tind that enables it to rise above the pressure of unforeseen affliction, Indeed, the gladness of our happiest hours may in itself contain as little good as we are disposed to attach to the season of sorrow, and the quick succession with which we find the alternations of enjoyment and privation following each other, plainly demonstrates to us that we have not the power to secure the one or prevent the other. It becomes therefore an exertion indispensable to our comfort, quam servare mentem, by regarding the most joyful satisfactions and the severest distresses, as those present modifications of our being, which have a higher relation to our real happiness, than what our buman experience comprehends. It is this reflection that gives a sweet repose to the heart, into which all its disquieting conflicts subside: compla. cency and resignation spread a calin over the thoughts which however they nay be acted upon in the first impulse of excitement, by injury or ingratitude, or surprised by unlooked-for disaster, will, like the troubled waves after the first sweep of the blast, recede into themselves-and hence it is, that while we suffer, our impressions of disquietude gradually yield to a better trust than that which we can place in our own powers of resistance to the immediate oppression of the evil-the clouds of misfortune do indeed gather around us, darken the smiling prospects of promised good, break upon our comforts, and devastate the dependencies of our enjoyment-still, how ver, we see the ray of future hope gilding an upper sky, and the rainbow of peace enlightening the suddenly-ob scured horizon of our view. It was in such consolatory reflections that my mind found power to resist the first impressions of the shock which it had received; and with a strength which nothing but such an influence could have bestowed, it formed the instant resolve of changing its sphere of action, and seeking in the wider field of metropolitan employ, the accomplishment of a better hope. Some time previously to my leaving my country curacy, and long before the idea of quitting it had been forced upon my contemplation, I had seen in one of the London papers, the following advertisement, which I only noticed at the instant as being couched in somewhat extraordinary terms."Wanted, at Christmas next, au assistant at a chapel of the established church-he must have a good voice and must possess other requisites calculated to preserve the popular character of the chapel. Letters post paid, addressed to A. Z. at the brazier's B- C-, will be attended to."-This advertisement 1 bad preserved among my memoranda; and it presented itself to my eye as I was looking them over in the coach in which I was travelling to London. It occurred to me, that ludicrous as I thought it when I first read it, there might perhaps be some access opened to me for the obtaining of duty in town, which was an acquisition highly desirable to me, as I had the mortifying consciousness to provide against, of very scanty assets to answer the expensive drafts of a metropolitan expenditure. Besides, I was totally unac quainted with any of the clergy in the diocese, and I had therefore no chance of getting into immediate employment by personal introduction. Neither had 1 the slightest knowledge of "the requisites" on which so much stress was laid in the advertisement; and from my utter ignorance of what was necessary to ensure me success in my new path of the ministry, I conceived it would be politic for me to see the advertiser, and if I should not succeed in my application, I might be put in possession of some particulars which hitherto I had never taken into my account as essential to my progress. Accordingly, as soon as I arrived at the inn where the coach set down its passengers, I addressed a letter to A. Z. requesting the honor of an interview at the brazier's; and stated that I was that evening arrived from the country, and was ready to assist him in the duty of the ensuing Sunday. This letter I dated from the hotel, with an anxious hope that it would find the gentleman at home, as I trembled at the prospect of being subjected to so extravagant a sojourn as that which I had been most unpropitiously thrown into. An answer was brought back couched in the following favourable terms-" A. Z. will be glad to see Mr. to-morrow morning at the hour appointed, at No. 18, Bedford-row." Apprehension of failure had not yet mingled with my anticipations of suc cess; but when I found my self approxi mating to the point on which I was to' hinge my anxieties, I began to consider whether I possessed any popular qualities; and the more I contemplated the few qualifications, which I flattered myself I might boast of, for the regular and accurate performance of my clerical duties, the more I lost ground in |