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was maintained. In the midst of his notes of progress, 

 such private thoughts as the following occur from time to 

 time : "It seems to have been a mistake to imagine that 

 the Divine Majesty on high was too exalted to take any 

 notice of our mean affairs. The great minds among men 

 are remarkable for the attention they bestow on minutiae. 

 An astronomer cannot be great unless his mind can grasp 

 an infinity of very small things, each of which, if unattended 

 to, would throw his work out. A great general attends 

 to the smallest details of his army. The Duke of Welling- 

 ton's letters show his constant attention to minute details. 

 And so with the Supreme Mind of the universe, as He is 

 revealed to us in His Son. ' The very hairs of your head 

 are all numbered.' ' A sparrow cannot fall to the ground 

 without your Father.' ' He who dwelleth in the light 

 which no man can approach unto' condescends to provide 

 for the minutest of our wants, directing, guarding, and 

 assisting in each hour and moment, with an infinitely 

 more vigilant and excellent care than our own utmost 

 self-love can ever attain to. With the ever-watchful, 

 loving eye constantly upon me, I may surely follow my 

 bent, and go among the heathen in front, bearing the 

 message of peace and good- will. All appreciate the state- 

 ment that it is offensive to our common Father to sell 

 and kill His children. I will therefore go, and may the 

 Almighty help me to be faithful ! " 



Writing to his son Thomas, 1st February 1867, he 

 complains again of his terrible hunger : — 



" The people have nothing to sell but a little millet-porridge and 

 mushrooms. Woe is me ! good enough to produce fine dreams of the 

 roast beef of old England, but nothing else. I have become very thin, 

 though I was so before ; but now, if you weighed me, you might cal- 

 culate very easily how much you might get for the bones. But — we 

 got a cow yesterday, and I am to get milk to-morrow. ... I grieve to 

 write it, poor poodle 'Chitane' was drowned" [15th January, in the 

 Chimbwe] ; " he had to cross a marsh a mile wide, and waist-deep. . . . 

 I went over first, and forgot to give directions about the dog — all were 

 too much engaged in keeping their balance to notice that he swam 



