A SOLEMN SUNDAY. 307 



their own house, for those Europeans who chose to 

 come. 



Not one of them did not come ; and in the little 

 parlour where worship was held, the presence of the 

 Almighty might almost have been felt. In my early 

 life I had regarded religion lightly, but when I looked 

 upon half a dozen stalwart men, accustomed to every 

 hardship and danger of life, our worthy pastor's children, 

 and a few servants, giving their whole soul to what 

 they were engaged in, I more forcibly felt than ever I 

 did before, that there was a great Grod above us One 

 who merited our adoration and our love. 



The prayer was earnest, and such as could have been 

 desired the address was strictly applicable to the 

 occasion there was no flowery language, there were no 

 marvellous similes ; it was exactly what was wanted, 

 and brought peace to the listener's heart. 



That was the most solemn Sunday I ever passed. 

 No cant or hypocrisy was here what I heard was an 

 exhortation from an earnest, true, reflecting man, endea- 

 vouring to make his fellow-creatures feel the depth and 

 height of religion, and the consolation that they could 

 derive from it, although so far in a heathen land. As 

 I have felt after visiting a graveyard or after visiting a 

 church, so I felt when I left that room that we ought 

 not to live for our present life, but for that which is to 

 come. When the hymn at the termination of the dis- 

 course was sung " Grod is my Shepherd ; I shall not 

 want " I again must repeat I was overcome with the 

 conviction that I for one had been living for the present, 

 and utterly regardless of the future that great future 

 in which all will be summoned to give account of their 

 stewardship. 

 TJ 2 



