surely be prevented here without our being accused of being Baptists." In another letter he expresses his intention not to "settle into a confirming machine. Africa must be won for Christ. I feel daily my own awful imperfections and shortcomings. But has not our loving Father been gracious to me? Oh for a heart to praise my God!"

From the records of his missionary journey into the interior we can only glean brevities:

“Rabai, Sunday, March 1st.—I preached from the text, 'What must I do to be saved?' Jones interpreting. The church was quite full, many sitting outside. Holy Communion afterwards to thirty-four. Fifty candidates are being prepared for Confirmation.”

Journeying Experiences.—" Gaiters, shovel-hat, and apron have all been laid aside for the journey; and so, unmindful of dignity, we rush hither and thither for firewood, and light the fire; then with a mallet, not without much shouting, we manage to erect the tent; next the bed, a mysterious puzzle which entirely defies an African head; and so, pushing one boy in one direction, one in another, we do the thing for ourself, and by eleven o'clock are ready to lie. down and get some rest."

The dreaded Taro Plain.-The Bishop thus writes of "this land of death":"I rolled myself up in a

canvas cover, and withdrew a little apart from the others, who were talking, in order to get a nap. Presently, just before I fell asleep, I was roused by the loud growl of a lion quite close at hand: so I took up my bed, and went closer to the fire. Off again at 2 a.m., and by 9 a.m. we reached Maungu, after one of the most trying marches I ever remember. The road is most dismal. It passes through closely packed thorn bushes, under, over, or through which you have to go. They tear your clothes and flesh, without affording a particle of shade. You can only see a few yards ahead, and the dead-looking forest is so monotonous that I can recall scarcely any special spot or feature as a way-mark. I retched with the intense heat. The sun literally seemed to bakė one through. At Maungu, the men had to climb nearly 2,000 feet before they reached the water. I had a slight touch of sun fever, but on we must go; so at 4 p.m. we started again, and walked till sunset. Again we camped without water. How little we appreciate our comforts at home-the blessing of a wash, for instance. No water means almost no wash. Being an old traveller, I meet the difficulty by filling my sponge before starting, and tying it tightly in its bag. If we have two days without water, the first day I have what a schoolboy would

call a 'lick and a promise'; then the second day I wring out the water, and get quite a brave wash, the water afterwards coming in for the dog and the donkey."

At Chagga, Bishop Hannington met Mandara, chief of one of the Masai clans, with twenty of his warriors. His impressions of missionary work here are thus recorded:

"I have but little doubt that the history of a Mission here, if properly maintained, would be the counterpart of most of our Missions: the reception of the white man with joy and gladness; everything done for him for a week or two; then a cooling down of the first love, neglect, perhaps even persecution; after which, if patiently endured, fresh overtures, a mutual understanding, deepening into confidence and love; then a gradual opening of the door, a breaking down of superstitions, a reception of the Gospel of peace and of the sweet Saviour of men.

'May God give Chagga to His Son! It is a lovely spot. I often exclaimed, 'Here is England; England! You see England here! Yes, and that part of England which I love best-dear Devonshire.""

"Jottings, scribbled on the leaf of his pocket-book, give," says Mr. Dawson," an instantaneous photograph

of the weary and overdone Bishop, stumbling through the sodden grass of the muddy plain, yet refusing to own himself beaten, and doggedly plodding forward."

But as compared with his former terrible experience and sufferings from fever and dysentery, this journey roused the strongest hopes for the future in the Bishop's mind. On his return to Rabai he writes:

"I have to praise God for one of the most successful journeys, as a journey, that I ever took. For myself, too, I have enjoyed most excellent health almost the whole way, during a tramp of four hundred miles. May its result be the PLANTING OF THE CROSS OF CHRIST ON KILIMANJARO!"

Abundant work awaited his return. On June 14th he held an ordination at Rabai, ordaining the Rev. J. C. Brice for the office of presbyter. The Bishop says: "The Rev. W. E. Taylor preached the sermon, and Jones also assisted me. We took the whole in Kiswahili. It was a very primitive Service. We were unavoidably a surplice short: so we had to dress Taylor up in a sheet and a few other oddments! Nevertheless the Service was im

pressive."

In the midst of his official correspondence he found time for not infrequent letters to the wee

ones at home, which were generally embellished with pen and ink sketches.

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In planning his next journey into the interior, the Bishop was increasingly impressed with the desirability of opening up a new route to Uganda, in order to effect in future "a large saving, not only in time. and expense, but of valuable lives." After much consideration he resolved upon the attempt. nouncing his plans to the Church Missionary Society Committee, he adds:-"I am afraid you will repent you of your Bishop, or at least wish that you had clipped one of his wings, and shod his feet with leaden soles; but I say, while I have health and strength, let me spend it on this work. May I, therefore, crave even more energy and more prayer on our behalf at home!"

Unhappily, the Bishop knew nothing of the alarm, which at this time existed in the minds of the tribes of Central Africa, with regard to a European invasion. He did not know that the chiefs were busily instilling into their young King Mwanga the duty of repelling any attempt of white men to enter his kingdom by the "back door" of Kavirondo.