how the songsters who were tuning their harps appeared; but, with one exception, paleness was upon all their faces.  I must do these Indians the justice to say that they performed their parts very well.  Looking below, something new caught my attention.  Upon two seats, reserved along the sides of the temple for some of the privileged, were seated a few of those to whom the words of the Saviour, as well as his scourge of small cords, might be properly applied, “It is written that my house shall be called the house of prayer, but ye have made it a den of thieves;” for these pale men were certainly stealing from the Indians their portion in the gospel, by leaving their own houses of worship and crowding them out of theirs.  The law, perhaps, allowed them to do so.  After singing and prayer, I preached one of my humble sermons, after which I attended a Sabbath School, in which a solitary red child might be seen here and there.  By what I saw, I judged that the whites were much favored, while the little red children were virtually bidden to stand aside.  I understood that the books that were sent to them had been given to the white scholars.

After a slight refreshment, the duty of worship was resumed; and I discovered that plain dealing was disagreeable to my white auditory.  I inquired where the Indians were; to which Mr. Fish replied, that they were at a place called Marshpee, and that there was a person called Blind Joe, who tried to preach to them, which was the cause of their absence.  Though the said Joe was one of them, he had done them more harm than good.  I asked why he did not invite Blind Joe, and get him to preach for him a part of the time.  He answered, that that could not be; that Joe was not qualified to preach and instruct.  I replied that he could not, perhaps, be sure of that, and that if he had followed the course I had mentioned, it would at least have been the means of uniting the people, which would of itself have been great good.  It was then concluded to have a meeting at Marshpee; and, in the afternoon of the next day, I paid the people of that place a visit in their Meeting-house.  I addressed them upon temperance and education, subjects which I thought very needful to be discussed, and plainly told them what I had heard from their missionary, viz:  That it was their general disposition to be idle, not to hoe the corn-fields they had planted, to take no care of their hay after mowing it, and to lie drunken under their fences.  I admonished them of the evil of these their ways, and advised them to consider any white man who sold them rum their enemy, and to place no confidence in him.  I told them that such a person deserved to have his own rum thrown into his face.  I endeavored to show them how much more useful they might be to themselves and the world if they would but try to educate themselves, and of the respect they would gain by it.  Then, addressing the throne of grace, I besought the Lord to have mercy