nd the Bishop said, "Bring them
both to me; who knows whether they may live to wish for it again?" The
native Christians, poor people employed on the beach, remnants of the old
Portuguese Missions, had built a church at their own expense, and, being
unable to obtain regular ministrations from their own clergy, begged the
Bishop to consecrate their building, and give them a clergyman, and this
he hoped to do on his return.

Meantime, he went in his robes to present Lady Munro with a vote of
thanks from the Society for Promoting Christian Knowledge, for the good
works in the schools of her husband's government. "I have seldom
witnessed a more interesting or affecting picture," writes Archdeacon
Robinson: "the beauty and gracefulness of Lady Munro, the grave and
commanding figure of the Governor, the youthful appearance and simple
dignity of the dear Bishop, the beloved of all beholders, presented a
scene such as few can ever hope to witness." "My lord," said Sir Thomas,
with the tears rolling down his cheeks, "it will be vain for me after
this to preach humility to Lady Munro; she will be proud of this day to
the latest hour she lives."

"God bless you, Sir Thomas!" was all the Bishop could utter.

"And God bless _you_, my lord!" was the fervent answer.

Before eighteen months had passed the two good men who exchanged this
blessing, had met in Paradise!

The Bishop went on from Madras, travelling by dak, and encamping during
the heat of the day. He soon came into the field of labour of the Danish
Missions, and was disappointed to find how poor and forlorn the Christian
converts about Cuddalore were, and the great want of employment for them.
Things were better in the Tanjore territory, where the Bishop was much
interested by a visit from the native pastor of one of the villages, a
fine, venerable old man. When about to take leave, he lingered, and the
Bishop was told that the Tamul Christians never quitted a minister
without receiving his blessing. He was greatly touched. "I will bless
them all, the good people," he said, after blessing the pastor.

Arriving at Tanjore, the Bishop thus describes Serfojee:--"I have been
passing the last four days in the society of a Hindoo Prince, the Rajah
of Tanjore, who quotes Fourcroy, Lavoilier, Linnaeus, and Buffon
fluently; has formed a more accurate judgment of the poetical merits of
Shakespeare than that so felicitously expressed by Lord Byron; and has
actually emitte