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industry. Here and there might be seen on the bank a 

 small dreary deserted shed, where had sat, day after day, 

 a starving fisherman, until the rising waters drove the 

 fish from their wonted haunts, and left him to die. 

 Tingane had been defeated ; his people had been killed, 

 kidnapped, and forced to flee from their villages. There 

 were a few wretched survivors in a village above the Euo ; 

 but the majority of the population was dead. The sight 

 and smell of dead bodies was everywhere. Many 

 skeletons lay beside the path, where in their weakness 

 they had fallen and expired. Ghastly living forms of 

 boys and girls, with dull dead eyes, were crouching beside 

 some of the huts. A few more miserable days of their 

 terrible hunger, and they would be with the dead. 



Oppressed with the shocking scenes around, we visited 

 the Bishop's grave ; and though it matters little where a 

 good Christian's ashes rest, yet it was with sadness that 

 we thought over the hopes which had clustered around 

 him, as he left the classic grounds of Cambridge, all now 

 buried in this wild place. How it would have torn his 

 kindly heart to witness the sights we now were forced to 

 see ! 



In giving vent to the natural feelings of regret, that a 

 man so eminently endowed and learned, as was Bishop 

 Mackenzie, should have been so soon cut off, some have 

 expressed an opinion that it was wrong to use an instru- 

 ment so valuable merely to convert the heathen. If the 

 attempt is to be made at all, it is " penny wise and pound 

 foolish " to employ any but the very best men, and those 

 who are specially educated for the work. An ordinary 

 clergyman, however well suited for a parish, will not, 

 without special training, make a Missionary ; and as to 

 their comparative usefulness, it is like that of the man 

 who builds an hospital, as compared with that of the 

 surgeon who in after years only administers for a time the 



