’Well, I must leave off.

’I think very often of you, your wife and children, and, indeed, of you all.  It would be very nice to spend a few weeks with you, but I should not get on well in your climate.

’The heat seems to suit me better, and I am pretty well here.  Indeed I am better than I have been for more than a year, though I have a good deal of discomfort.

’Good-bye, dear Arthur.  How often I think of your dear dear Father.

’Your affectionate Cousin,

‘J.  C. Patteson.’

To the sisters, the journal continues—­recording, on August 14, the Baptism of twelve men and women the day before, the Communion of sixteen at 7 A.M., the presence of fifty-six baptized persons at morning service.  More than 100 were working away the ensuing day in preparing yam gardens for Kohimarama, while two pigs were stewing in native ovens to feast them afterwards; and the Bishop was planting cocoa-nut trees and sowing flower seeds, or trying experiments with a machine for condensing water, in his moments of relaxation, which were few, though he was fairly well, and very happy, as no one can doubt on reading this:—­

’Lots of jolly little children, and many of them know me quite well and are not a bit shy.  They are often very sad-looking objects, and as they don’t get regularly washed, they often have large sores and abscesses, poor little things.  But there are many others—­clean-skinned, reddish brown, black-eyed, merry little souls among them.  The colour of the people is just what Titian and the Venetian painters delighted in, the colour of their own weather-beaten Venetian boatmen, glowing warm rich colour.  White folks look as if they were bleached and had all the colour washed out of them.

’Some of the Solomon Islanders are black, and some of the New Hebrides people glossy and smooth and strong-looking; but here you seldom see any very dark people, and there are some who have the yellow, almost olive complexion of the South European.  Many of the women are tattooed from head to foot, a regular network of a bluish inlaid pattern.  It is not so common with the men, rather I ought to say very unusual with them, though many have their bodies marked pretty freely.’

On the 17th sixteen more adults were baptized, elderly men, whose sons had been baptized in New Zealand coming in, and enemies resigning deadly feuds.

The work in Mota is best summed up in this last letter to Bishop Abraham, begun the day after what proved the final farewell to the flock there, for the ‘Southern Cross’ came in on the 19th, and the last voyage was at once commenced:—­

“’Southern Cross”:  Sunday, August 20, 1871.

’My dear dear Friends,—­Yesterday the “Southern Cross” came to me at Mota, twenty-seven days after leaving that island for Norfolk Island with some fifty Melanesians on board under charge of Bice.

’Into what a new world your many kind affectionate letters take me!  And how good it must be for me to be taught to think more than I, alas! usually do, about the trials and sorrows of others.