for us, and he seemed to have some apprehension of what God must be, and of what we are—­how unlike Him, how unable to make ourselves fit to be with Him.  He certainly spoke of Jesus as of a living Person close by him, willing and able to help him.  He of his own accord made a little prayer to Him, “Help me, wake me, make my heart light, take away the darkness.  I wish for you, I want to go to you, I don’t want to think about this world."’

Early the next morning the Bishop went again, taking George Sarawia with him.  The man said, ’I have been thinking of what you said.  I have been calling on the Saviour (i Vaesu) all night.’  The Bishop spoke long to him, and left Sarawia with him, speaking and praying quietly and earnestly.

Meanwhile continues the diary:—­

’I went to the men in the village, and spoke at length to them:  “Yes, God will not cast out those who turn to Him when they are called, but you must not suppose that it is told us anywhere that He will save those who care nothing about Him through their years of health, and only think about Him and the world to come when this world is already passing away.”

’How utterly unable one feels to say or do the right thing, and the words fall so flat and dull upon careless ears!’

Every day for ten days the poor sufferer Natungoe was visited, and he listened with evident faith and comprehension.  On May 15 the entry is:—­

’I was so satisfied with his expressions of faith in the Saviour, of his hope of living with Him; he spoke so clearly of his belief in Jesus having been sent from the Great Creator and Father of all to lead us back to Him, and to cleanse us from sin, which had kept us from our Father, by His Death for us; he was so evidently convinced of the truth of our Lord’s Resurrection and of the resurrection of us all at the last day—­that I felt that I ought to baptize him.  I had already spoken to him of Baptism, and he seemed to understand that, first, he must believe that the water is the sign of an inward cleansing, and that it has no magical efficacy, but that all depended on his having faith in the promise and power of God; and second, that Jesus had commanded those who wished to believe and love Him to be baptized.

’The expression Nan ive Maroo i Vaesu, “I wish for the Saviour,” had been frequently used by him; and I baptized him by the name of Maroovaesu, a name instantly substituted for his old name Natungoe by those present.

’I have seen him again to-day; he cannot recover, and at times the tetanus spasms are severe, but it is nothing like dear Fisher’s case.  He can still eat and speak; women sit around holding him, and a few people sit or lie about in the hut.  It looks all misery and degradation of the lowest kind, but there is a blessed change, as I trust, for him.’

On Sunday the 19th the last agony had come.  He lay on a mat on the ground, in the middle of the village, terribly racked by convulsions, but still able in the intervals to speak intelligibly, and to express his full hope that he was going to his Saviour, and that his pain would soon be over, and he would be at rest with Him, listening earnestly to the Bishop’s prayers.  He died that night.