154 THE CHURCH. 
London Missionary Society is more easily satis- 
fied ; a half savage, confused by the dogmas of 
an uneducated sailor, is, according to them, per- 
fectly fitted for the sacred office. 
It was now church-time, and Wilson request- 
ed me to be present at the service,—an invitation 
which I accepted with pleasure. A broad 
straight path, planted with the cocoa and lofty 
bread-fruit tree, leads from his house, about a 
ten minutes’ walk, to the place of worship. The 
church-yard, with its black wooden crosses, im- 
presses the mind with a feeling of solemnity: 
the church itself is a handsome building, about 
twenty fathoms long and ten broad, constructed 
of light wood-work adapted to the climate, and 
whitened on the outside, which gives it a pretty 
effect among the green shades that surround it. 
The numerous large windows remain unglazed, 
because a free admission of the air is here de- 
sirable in all seasons ; the roof, made of ingeni- 
ously plaited reeds, and covered with immense 
leaves, is a sufficient defence against the heaviest 
rain; there is neither steeple nor clock. The 
interior of the church is one large hall, the 
walls of which are neatly kept : it is filled with 
