’Bishop Patteson was hardly what could be called a good sailor in one sense of the word; rough weather did not suit him, and although I believe seldom if ever actually sea-sick, he was now and then obliged to lie down the greater part of the day, or during bad weather.  He used to read and write a great deal on board, and liked to take brisk walks up and down the deck, talking to whoever happened to be there.  He was orderly and methodical on board, liked to see things in their places, and was most simple in all his habits.  He always brought a good stock of books on board (which we all made use of), but very few clothes.

’The living on board was most simple, much the same as the crew, those in the cabin waiting on themselves (carrying no steward), until gradually boys used to volunteer to do the washing up, &c.  School with all the boys was kept up when practicable; but the Bishop was always sitting about among them on the deck, talking to one and another, and having classes with him in the cabin.  There were regular morning and evening native and English prayers.  The sermons on Sundays were specially adapted for the sailors, and listened to with marked attention, as indeed they well might be, being so earnest, simple, and suitable.

’Speaking for myself, I used to look forward to the voyage as the time when I should have the privilege of being much with him for some months.  While on shore at Kohimarama I saw but comparatively little of him, except at meals; but during the voyage I saw of course a great deal of him, and learned much from him—­learned to admire his unselfishness and simplicity of mode of life, and to respect his earnestness and abilities.  His conversation on any subject was free and full; and those on the few nights when quietly at anchor they could be enjoyed more, will be long remembered.  Of his manner to Melanesians, others will, no doubt, say enough, but I may be excused for mentioning one scene that very much struck me, and of which I am now the only (white) one left who was present at it.  We were paying a visit for the first time to an island, and—­the vessel being safe in the offing—­the Bishop asked me if I would go with them as he sometimes did on similar occasions.  We pulled in to a small inner islet among a group, where a number of (say 200) natives were collected on the beach.  Seeing they looked as if friendly, he waded on shore without hesitation and joined them; the reception was friendly, and after a time he walked with them along the beach, we in the boat keeping near.  After a while we took him into the boat again, and lay off the beach a few yards to be clear of the throng, and be able to get at the things he wanted to give them, they coming about the boat in canoes; and this is the fact I wished to notice—­ viz., the look on his face while the intercourse with them lasted.  I was so struck with it, quite involuntarily, for I had no idea of watching for anything of the sort; but it