atching; and when the day returns to us, our
Sun and Comforter, call us up with morning faces and with morning
hearts--eager to labour--eager to be happy, if happiness shall be our
portion; and if the day be marked for sorrow, strong to endure it.

"We thank Thee and praise Thee, and in the words of Him to whom this
day is sacred, close our oblations."

Mr Bazzet M. Haggard, H.B.M., Land-Commissioner, tells, by way of
reminiscence, the story of "The Road of Good Heart," how it came to be
built, and of the great feast Mr Stevenson gave at the close of the work,
at which, in the course of his speech, he said:

"You are all aware in some degree of what has happened. You know
those chiefs to have been prisoners; you perhaps know that during the
term of their confinement I had it in my power to do them certain
favours. One thing some of you cannot know, that they were
immediately repaid by answering attentions. They were liberated by
the new Administration. . . . As soon as they were free men--owing no
man anything--instead of going home to their own places and families,
they came to me. They offered to do this work (to make this road) for
me as a free gift, without hire, without supplies, and I was tempted
at first to refuse their offer. I knew the country to be poor; I knew
famine threatening; I knew their families long disorganised for want
of supervision. Yet I accepted, because I thought the lesson of that
road might be more useful to Samoa than a thousand bread-fruit trees,
and because to myself it was an exquisite pleasure to receive that
which was so handsomely offered. It is now done; you have trod it to-
day in coming hither. It has been made for me by chiefs; some of them
old, some sick, all newly delivered from a harassing confinement, and
in spite of weather unusually hot and insalubrious. I have seen these
chiefs labour valiantly with their own hands upon the work, and I have
set up over it, now that it is finished the name of 'The Road of
Gratitude' (the road of loving hearts), and the names of those that
built it. 'In perpetuam memoriam,' we say, and speak idly. At least,
as long as my own life shall be spared it shall be here perpetuated;
partly for my pleasure and in my gratitude; partly for others
continually to publish the lesson of this road."

And turning to the chiefs, Mr Stevenson said:

"I wil