’Then the dear Bishop walked across to me, and taking my hand in both of his, looking at me with that smile of love and deep deep thought, so seldom seen, and so deeply prized.  “I can’t tell you what I feel,” he said, with a low and broken voice.  “You know it—­my heart is too full! "

’Ah! the memory of six years with that great and noble servant of God was in my heart too, and so we stood, tears in our eyes, and I unable to speak.

’At night again, when, after arranging finally the service, I was left with him alone, he spoke calmly and hopefully.  Much he said of you, and we are all thinking much of you.  Then he said:  “I feel no misgiving in my heart; I think all has been done as it should be.  Many days we three have discussed the matter.  By prayer and Holy Communion we have sought light from above, and it is, I believe, God’s will.”  Then once more taking both hands, he kissed my forehead:  “God bless you, my dear Coley.  I can’t say more words, and you don’t desiderate them.”

’"No,” said I; “my heart, as yours, is too full for words.  I have lived six years with you to little purpose, if I do not know you full well now!”

’And then I walked, in the perfect peace of a still cloudless night—­ the moon within two days of full—­the quarter of a mile to St. Stephen’s schools, where I slept last night.  On the way I met the Bishop of Wellington and Mrs. Abraham, coming up from St. Stephen’s to the Bishop’s house.

J. C. P.—­What a night of peace! the harbour like a silver mirror!

’B. of W.—­Dominus tecum.

’Mrs. A.—­I trust you will sleep.

’J.  C. P.—­I thank you; I think so.  I feel calm.

’Sunday Night, 10 P.M. (Feniton, Sunday, 10.40 A.M.)—­It is over—­a most solemn blessed service.  Glorious day.  Church crowded—­many not able to find admittance; but orderly.  More than two hundred communicants.  More to-morrow (D.V.).  All day you have been in our minds.  The Bishop spoke of you in his sermon with faltering voice, and I broke down; yet at the moment of the Veni Creator being sung over me, and the Imposition of Hands, I was very calm.  The Bible presented is the same that you gave me on my fifth birthday with your love and blessing.  Oh! my dear dear Father, God will bless you for all your love to me, and your love to Him in giving me to His service.  May His heavenly blessing be with you—­all your dear ones for ever!

’Your most loving and dutiful Son,

’J.  C. Patteson, Missionary Bishop.

’February 25th.—­I am spending to-day and to-morrow here—­i.e., sleeping at the Judge’s, dining and living half at his house, and half at the Bishop’s—­quiet and calm it is, and I prize it.  The music yesterday was very good; organ well played.  The choirs of the three town churches, and many of the choral society people, filled the gallery—­some eighty voices perhaps.  The Veni Creator the only part that was not good, well sung, but too much like an anthem.