and half-breeds in the neighbourhood of that station.  When they arrived at the log-house of one or another of these dwellers in the remote bays, Daniel at once told their errand with as much humility as earnestness.  Their simple testimony of the Saviour from sin was well received.  When they returned to Hopedale Daniel had a great deal to tell the missionaries of the utterances of his companion, but very little to remark about his own sayings and doings.  He frequently accompanies his missionaries on their evangelistic or pastoral journeys not only as driver of the dog-sledge, but as helper of their spiritual work.

[Illustration:  TITUS. Native Helper at Hopedale.]

The third of my visitors is the above mentioned TITUS, also a man of ripe years and Christian experience.  The way in which his zeal and spirit of service supplement the gifts of his friend Daniel is a striking illustration of the Spirit’s dividing to every man severally as He wills.  Daniel is a man of quick perceptions, Titus of prompt action.  The two may be walking together and talking of the spiritual welfare of the congregation so much upon their hearts and prayers.  Daniel mentions some matter which he fears is displeasing in God’s sight.  “Yes, yes, that is so,” says Titus; “I had not perceived it, but you are right.  We must testify against that.”  And testify he does, on the first opportunity, with such vigour that the abuse is rebuked and stopped, yet with such tact that none can be offended at his faithful outspokenness.

For some years Titus has served as assistant schoolmaster, and like his friend Daniel he takes part in the music of the sanctuary, having a good bass voice.  Daniel sings tenor in the choir, or plays the violoncello.

A COMMUNION AND FESTIVAL SUNDAY AT HOPEDALE.

Sunday, August 12th.—­To-day the festival of the thirteenth of August, the spiritual birthday of the renewed Brethren’s Unity, has been celebrated in this far northern congregation, incorporated in the one bond with those in Germany, England, America, and our various mission-fields scattered thousands of miles apart over the surface of the globe.

In the early morning the congregation band played suitable chorales in good time and tune, and the solemn strains were well adapted to prepare hearts and feelings for the spiritual privileges of the day.

At nine o’clock Daniel kept the morning blessing.  Picture the neat clean, church, simple and suitable for the worship of an Eskimo congregation.  Behind the table sits the worthy native-helper.  To his right hand the missionaries face the men and boys; to his left are the missionaries’ wives, and opposite them a more numerous company of women and girls.  The benches are without backs.  The little organ is played by Ludolf, an Eskimo, well and devotionally, and the singing is further accompanied by other musicians with one clarionet, five violins, and a violoncello.  The choice of tunes is such as would puzzle most congregations in England.  The people are very devout in their demeanour and sing well.  Their faces are mostly brown, with high cheek bones, but on the whole they are much lighter in complexion than photographs had led me to conclude.