At length, after a journey of about five miles, he was pushed into a hut, and there kept prisoner.  Whilst in this place he endured all kinds of horrors.  Laughed at in his sufferings by the savages, almost suffocated by the bad smells about the hut, taken out at times to be the sport of his captors, unable to eat, full of aches and pains, he was yet able to look up and say, “Let the Lord do as He sees fit,” and to read his Bible and feel refreshed.

On 27th October he writes:  “I am very low, and cry to God for release”.  On the 28th fever developed rapidly.  Word was brought that messengers had arrived from Mwanga, King of Uganda.  Three soldiers from this monarch had indeed arrived; but, instead of bringing orders for his release, doubtless conveyed instructions that the bishop should be put to death.

It seems that Mwanga had some fear of invasion from the East; and acting on his suspicions, without taking any trouble to ascertain the facts of the case, had sent the fatal command.

On the day of the bishop’s release, the 29th, he was held up by Psalm xxx., which came with great power.  As he was led forth to execution he sang hymns nearly all the way.  When his captors hesitated to launch their spears at him, he spake gently to them and pointed to his gun.  So, either by gunshot or spear wounds, died another of that glorious band of martyrs who have, century after century, fearlessly laid down their lives to advance the Kingdom of God.

Mrs. Hannington has kindly made a tracing of the page in the bishop’s little pocket diary for 28th October, the day before his martyrdom took place.  I am very glad to be able to give a reproduction of so interesting a memento.

[Illustration:  diary entry]

Seventh day’s prison.  Wednesday, 28th October.  A terrible night, 1st with noisy, drunken guard, and 2nd with vermin which have found out my tent and swarm.  I don’t think I got one sound hour’s sleep, and woke with fever fast developing.  O Lord, do have mercy upon me and release me.  I am quite broken down and brought low.  Comforted by reading 27th Psalm.

In an hour or two’s time fever developing rapidly.  My tent was so stifling I was obliged to go inside the filthy hut, and soon was delirious.

Evening:  fever passed away.  Word came that Mwanga had sent 3 soldiers, but what news they bring they will not yet let me know.

Much comforted by 28th Psalm.

A MAN WHO CONQUERED DISAPPOINTMENTS.

THE STORY OF SIR HENRY HAVELOCK.

He was nicknamed “Phlos”—­short for philosopher—­even when at school.  Havelock and a few companions at Charterhouse met together for devotion, and of course came in for a large amount of jeering from some of the other boys.  But it was useless to call him “Methodist” and “hypocrite”; he had learnt from his mother the value of Bible reading, and possessed sufficient character to care little what his companions said.