’Sunday was spent in going about to different neighbouring settlements, and climbing the coral rocks was hard work, the thermometer at sea being 85° in the cool cabin, as the Bishop told me to-day.

’Of course many people were at work in the yam grounds, several of which I saw; but I found considerable parties at the different villages, and had, on the whole, satisfactory conversations with them.  They listened and asked questions, and I told them as well as I could the simplest truths of Christianity.

’I had a part of a yam and drank four cocoa-nuts during the day, besides eating some mixture of yam, taro, and cocoa-nut all pounded together.

’People offered me food and nuts everywhere.  Walked back with a boy called Tahi for my guide, and stopped at several plantations, and talked with the people.

’Sat out in the cool evening on the beach at Mwaata, after much talk in a chiefs house called Tarua; people came round me on the beach, and again I talked with them (a sort of half-preaching, half-conversing these talks were), till Iri said we must go to bed.  Slept a little that night.

’I can truly say that you were in my head all day.  After my evening prayers, when I thought of you—­for it was about 9 P.M. = 10.10 A.M. with you, and you were on your way to church—­I thought of you, kneeling between your dear mamma and grandmamma, and dear grandpapa administering to his three beloved ones the Bread of Life, and I was very happy as I thought of it, for I trust, through the mercy of God, and the merits of our Lord, that we shall be by Him raised at the Last Day to dwell with Him for ever.  But indeed I must not write to you how very unworthy I felt to belong to that little company.

’This morning about eleven the vessel’s boat came off for me, with the Bishop.  I had arranged about some lads coming on with us, and it ended in seven joining our party.  Only one of our old scholars has come again:  he is that dear boy Grariri, whose name you will remember.

’Now I have had a good change of shirts, etc., and feel clean and comfortable, though I think a good night’s rest will do me no harm.  I have written to you the first minute that I had time.  What a blessed, happy day it must have been for you, and I am sure they thought of you at Feniton.

’Your loving cousin,

‘J.  C. P.’

This strange Sunday was spent in conversation with different sets of natives, and that some distinct ideas were conveyed was plain from what old Iri was overheard saying to a man who was asking him whether he had not a guest who spoke Bauro:  ‘Yes,’ said Iri, adding that ’he said men were not like dogs, or pigs, or birds, or fishes, because these cannot speak or think.  They all die, and no one knows anything more about them, but he says we shall not die like that, but rise up again.’