efirropf(Ontrt. REV. MR. HAMMOND'S LETTERS FROM ITALY. VERONA; ITALY ) Oct. 18, 1866 MY DEAR MR. MEAns:—Here we are in Italy again, and you will wonder why. I will tell you. We left Vienna for Constantinople on October 4th. We enjoyed the sail on the splendid Ameri. can steamer down the broad Danube very much. In a few days we were hoping to have passed the borders of Bulgaria, where the light• of the Gospel is beginning to penetrate into the dark ness of heathenism, and to have shaken hands with our noble missionaries in the Turkish Empire. When we bought our tickets at Vienna, .we were told there was no quarantine at Constantinople— that we could go there with no fear of the cholera; but soon after we reached Perth, in Hungary, we received a tele gram telling us that we could not enter Constantinople without suffering the ter rible ordeal of quarantine. The accounts we had heard of what many had been obliged to endure, led us to resolve at once to turn back, in search of some other means of entrance to the promised land. Our circuitous wanderings have led us more than once to think of the jour ney of the children of . Israel ; but we have not yet " murmured agaiast the Lord." , . Many travellers go from Vienna to Pesth to get some idea of the beauties of the Danube and to see the capital of Hungary. We enjoyed every mile of the route. We had letters of introduc tion to Rev. Mr. Koenig and Rev. An drew Moody, two most earnest mission aries in Pesth. Their labors are more especially confined to the Jews. I told them the story of the conversion of the Jewish Chicago actor, Charles Ryder, who is now an ordained minister in Illinois. It was just the sort' of a fact they wanted to circulate, in the shape of a tract, among the 40,000 Jews in this city of 100,000 population. At their request, I wrote it out in full, and it is my prayer that the Holy Spirit may use it tl lead some of the lost sheep of the house of Israel to the feet of Jesus. On Saturday, we spent an hour in a great synagogue of the city, which seats three thousand people. It was quite well filled. The men occupied the body of the house: At first sight, with their hats all on, they resembled a mass meeting. Though the high priest, part of the time, was reading from a large, ancient leather manuscript the Old Tes tament, yet I could not. discover the least solemnity. At intervals they en gaged in conversation all over the house. 0, how my heart ached for that great audience of blinded Sews I If the holy Robert McCheyne, in his journey to Palestine, had witnessed such sights, I don't wonder that he.was so anxious to have missions established for the con version of the Jews. On Sabbath evening we heard an ex cellent sermon from Mr. Moody. He is a nephew of Rev. Moody Stewart, of Edinburgh. We were hungry for Gos-• pel food, and we were well fed. I had met Mr. Moody in Scotland five years ago, and we found that in the same meetings we had sought to win souls to Christ. He gave his whole time up to us, and thus made our visit pleasant. Rev. Mr. Koenig took Us out to his hospital. It is the only Protestant hos pital in all Hungary. A band of Chris tian women, called Deaconesses, from his congregation, with a Christian man to superintend, take charge of the insti tution. It is a "Christian COMmission" on a small soak/ It ministers to both the temporal and spiritual wants of its inmates. From:Pesth we turned our steps back to Vienna, and thence to Saltzburgh, in the Austrian Tyrol. We found it one of the most beautifui cities we had seen. At the same hotel with us was Mr. Motley and his family, the American minister to Austria, the well-known au thor of the Dutch Republic. Also, the " Old Emperor," as he is called, arrived in great state. He is, we were told, the grandfather of the present emperor of Austria. He abdicated during the revo lution in 1848. • On the top of a high rock, is ari old' castle where, during the-times of perse cution, many were tortured to death. The very room is shown from which, " faithful unto death," they ascended to " receive a crown of life," saying, with Stephen, " Lord Jesus, receive my spirit." From Saltzburgh our way lay through a wild, Swiss-like country. Old castles from some lofty peak often frowned upon us. We found Innsbruck .a beautiful tgit city. It is 1759 feet 6 the. sea. In the morning we saw what, at first sight, appeared to be an immense cloud, but in a moment we found it to be a mountain rising from`the very ontikirts• of the city, nearly a mile in the air. Nothing in Switzerlapd p astonishecl and impressed us more deeply. In an old cathedral we saw the tomb of Maximilian I. The money with which it was con structed would erect a fine church in the United States. In, the same church is a fine marble statue of Andre Hofen, who was such a terror to Napoleon 1., slaying so many of . his men in their at tempts to penetrate into Austria by the Brenner pass. At ten o'clock we started in a private carriage over the Brenner Alpine pass. It is not quite as,Atigh as -the Splugen and some of the passes from Switzerland into Italy, but I think we enjoyed it as , much. We had seventy-nine miles to THE AMERICAN PRESBYTERIAN, THURSDAY. NOVEMBER 22, 1866. ride before reaching the railroad at Bat zen. We spent the night, therefore, on the top of the mountain. • We meet thousands and thousands of Austrian soldiers returning from Italy. The wounded were riding in ambu lances. Poor fellows, I pitied them, even if they had been seeking to crush Italy. The sight of streams of water from the mountain tops relpided us of what we often saw in Switzerland. I think 1 spoke, in one of my hasty letters, of how these mountains, year after year, sending down never-failing refreshing streams, reminded me of Christians who live near to God, and who thus continu ally are a source of blessing to others. When thinking of this,one day, I jotted down some lines in my note-book, which I venture to copy. **l‘lie fallowing texts, of Scripture were also at the same time forcibly impressed upon mie : "All my springs are in , " The secret of the Lord is with thnin that fear Him." " Jesus stood and cried; saying, if any man thirst; let him come unto me and drink. He that believeth on me as the Scripture saith, out of , his belly shall flow rivers of living waters." " I will pour water upon him that is thirsty." "The water that I shall give him skill be in hint a well of - "Water, a,, fountain of water springing• 4 into everlasting life." Travellers mid the Alpine glade Oft are gladdened with the sight Of the joyous, bright cascade; Leapiag from a wondrous height. To beholders it appeaii ` • • That, within but One brief hour, All their waters, drie&like tears, Soon would cease the vale to shower. Oft it seems a mystery• Whence these waters ever flow; Still they bound as light and free, Never caring we should know. High up, almost in the sky, Are their riehisit hidden springs, Whence they to the valleys fly, While all nature round them sings. Thus the Christian mirch*th God, Watered with the heavenly dew, Brings from the divine abode Blessings that are fresh and new. He can ever truly say, • "All my springs, Lord, are in Thee, Watering others every day; Still, my Father, water me." If by Christ we're daily taught, We shall often hear his voice— " Without me ye can do nought. Drink life's water.and rejoice; For 'tis true that whosoever Drinks of water that I give, He shall thirst again— , no; never— Like a fountain he shall live." Your brother in Christ; E. P. HAMMOND. HOME EVANGELIZATION IN BOSTON. tgo‘Avio:o:ll3