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chapter of John. It was a delightful and most appropriate discourse,—the subject being, · Finished Work.'

Monday, April 21.-To-day the boat was moored in-shore, close to the bank, so that we can step from the deck on the land ; and I felt greatly tempted to try once more to put my foot ashore. I therefore got up, and with the assistance of Bryant, stepped on the green turf. But to my surprise I found that I had no power over my limbs, and the attempt at progression was almost ludicrous ; for my legs went sideways rather than forward, and I must have fallen had I not been supported by Bryant. Although I have frequent distressing bodily prostration, with great languor, I praise God that only on one occasion has my mind greatly participated. Sometimes so powerless as to be unable for reading or much thought, I have felt this state to be merely passive, and without any positive gloom or real depression of spirits.

“ This night we have a pretty hard frost, which covers the roof above my head with its hoary frost-work. It pinches me much, my back especially, clothes being insufficient to keep me warm.

Thursday, May 1.—The violence and inclemency of a Fuegian winter have been now for some time felt by us.

We have had the snow falling day by day, covering all around with its white mantle, and with this a daily succession

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of fearful storms of wind. In our present position we are more than ever exposed to the raging of the blast and the penetrating of the cold, as to the westward we are open to the plains or valleys which stretch beneath the mountains. At times we greatly feel the cold, being obliged to remain shut up in the darkness of our berth by day as well as by night, save when relieved by the light of our candle. Occasionally, however, we get an interval of moderate weather, and the effect of it is very cheering to us all. Our provisions are fast consuming away: our sick diet, in particular, is likely to come to an end still more speedily; the preserved meat and pork being now nearly finished, and our stock of spirits, having had no wine, having been for some days exhausted, We have tried in vain to catch fish in the net and with a line. None are to be seen, and although ducks and wild fowl are not scarce around us, we have no means of getting at them.

“ On Friday the Captain and Mr Maidment succeeded in catching a fox, or rather in killing him. He had frequently paid them visits during the night, entering the cavern whilst they were in bed in the boat, and making free with whatever came to hand. He had carried off pieces of pork, shoes, and even books; and to the great mortification of Mr Maidment, his Bible was among the latter, which being bound in morocco, was doubtless a booty to the hungry beast. They therefore laid a bait for him, a piece of pork attached by a cord to the trigger of a loaded gun, so placed that when he took the bait he should fire the gun. He fired it off once, but escaped unhurt; twice the cap went off, but the powder did not take fire. At last, he received the whole discharge in his breast. In his stomach were found feathers, fish, and mice. He was a fine animal, with a splendid brush. Albeit the odium attached to a fox, our party on shore have already so far overcome any such fastidiousness, that this morning they made a hearty breakfast of his pluck.' His quarters are cut up and kept in reserve. This is not the first extraordinary bonne bouche our worthy caterer has put upon the spit, or made into soup for us.

The penguin and shag, and the equally fishy-tasted duck, have all contributed their quota. The penguin was caught on shore, without attempting to get away, more than by a backward movement, as Mr Maidment laid hold on him. The shag was asleep on a fallen tree, lying on the beach, so that Mr M. caught it also by hand.

“ The most formidable drawback of all, is the dampness of the boat. Although I have my Mackintosh spread over my bed, the water from the roof lodges in pools upon it, and has at length saturated the counterpane under it. The side of our beds, and all our clothes there, as well as at the head and the foot, are all wringing wet.



night I felt a deadly chill from the damp, from which for hours I could get no relief, and having failed of our supply of spirits, I had a great pain the whole night, which continued very severe the two following days. Whilst it lasted I was almost tempted to think I could not recover; the prostration of death seemed upon me.

Wednesday, May 7.To-day we have been just eight months from the time of our leaving Liverpool. The weather is now confirmed in its winterly severity, and we have had pretty hard frosts, sufficient to freeze large portions of the river in which we are lying, and which drifts past us at each ebb tide.

“ This evening, having Pearce in addition to our company, I felt in prayer much softening and tenderness of heart, with longing after the perfect love of God. Pearce read Mr Wesley's sermon on Repentance in Believers, and its plain, simple exhortations did me much good. Since then I have been able to exercise such a measure of faith in Christ as I had not felt before, and to realise blessings far higher. I could say that I did—I can say that I do love God with a love I had no conception of, with a love that actuates every faculty of my whole soul; and the love of God in Christ I feel beyond all expression. This much I venture in much weakness to write; whether I shall be able to add much more to this journal is known only to God. But this I may say, I have not had at any time a disquieting thought, or a mistrusting fear as to the result. I have felt, Come life, come death, God's will would be my choice. I have not had any doubts as to a vessel coming to our help. I have, for the most part, believed God would restore me to health, and I have thought, in accordance with a singular impression made on my mind, that my course would be directed back again to my native country. This I have believed—yet I cannot say that God will not take me hence, by taking me sooner than I expected to heaven and glory. His will be done his blessed will be done : I have no longer a choice, when I know his holy will. My poor frail body is now very attenuated, and my sinking, depressed feelings are very great at times. But my mind scarcely feels depression, and certainly no depression except in mourning over my unfaithfulness and shortcomings.

“ Should anything prevent my ever adding to this, let all my beloved ones at home rest assured that I was happy, beyond all expression, the night I wrote these lines, and would not have changed situations with any man living. Let them also be assured, that my hopes were full and blooming with immortality; that heaven, and love, and Christ, which mean one and the same divine thing, were in my heart; that the hope of glory, the hope laid up for me in heaven, filled my whole heart with joy and gladness, and that to me to live is Christ, to die is gain. I am in a strait betwixt two, to abide

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