A SABBATH IN NEW ZEALAND. 199 
rings at half-past eight in the morning, and Di- 
vine worship commences in the Chapel at nine. 
A native hymn is first sung ; the Liturgy of the 
Church of England, which has been translated and 
printed in the language of the country, is then 
read ; which is followed by another hymn, and 
an address delivered to the natives : the morning 
service then concludes with a Sermon in English 
to the Europeans ; all of whom, belonging to the 
Station, are present ; with the exception of one, 
who, in rotation, visits a distant native village. 
The Chapel at this time is crowded to excess, by 
an attentive and devout congregation ; and I have 
seen hundreds pressing for admittance, for whom 
room could not be obtained. After service, each 
one has his particular duty to attend to ; some to 
teach in the Schools, and others to visit the Vil- 
lages, taking in a circuit of about five miles in each 
direction. The day concludes with the Evening 
Service of the Church of England, and another 
Sermon to the Natives in the Chapel. How many 
happy Sabbaths have I spent at the Waimate ! and 
how has my inmost soul rejoiced, as I have seen 
the once-deluded people of this land ^listening 
with delight to the sound of the ‘‘ church-going 
bell,’' and hastening withVilling feet to the House 
of the Lord! There is something peculiarly 
pleasing in the sound of the bell amidst the wilds 
of New Zealand. Ours, at the Waimate, is erected 
at the back of the Chapel ; and its mellow notes 
are echoed from the sacred grove above men- 
