Left town for Taranki at half past 3 in the afternoon. A lovely quiet evening, with a serene sky and bright atmosphere; the whole countryside looking beautiful in the extreme; the occasional undulations in the dales and valleys beautifully clothed with luxuriant verdure and shubbery; with the high Taranaki mountain towering over the plain, making an impressive contrast with the still and silent ocean, whose varied changes afford proofs of the wisdom of its great Creator. I often think, if I were a stranger to the various objects that present themselves, in travelling this route that I might more carefully note and observe the various prospects that the eye wanders over; but from