the church in a state of efficiency, owing, in
great part, to an officer whose conversion to a religious life had been
very remarkable. Once, when in a large party, where gambling was going
on to a reckless extent, he saw one of the players take out a hideous
little black figure, supposed to represent the devil, to which he
addressed himself with a mixture of entreaties and threats, involving
such blasphemy that this officer, utterly horrified, withdrew from the
company, spent the night in tears and prayers, and from that time became
a religious man. There was also an active chaplain, a large church, and
a bungalow, built by the soldiers of an English regiment, the centre part
arranged for service, and the surrounding verandah partitioned into
little cells, where the soldiers could retire for private prayer or
reading. It was called St. John's Chapel, and was in the hands of the
chaplain. Here the Bishop remained for two Sundays, and ordained Anund
Musseeh, who had been fifteen years a Christian, and had been known to
Bishop Heber. The difficulty in his case was the rule not to ordain a
person who had a heathen family, since he had not been able to convert
his wife. His excellence outweighed the objection, and he was the first
Brahmin who received holy orders from an English bishop; but in after-
times the heathen influence at home told upon him; and this failure
perhaps rendered Bishop Daniel Wilson somewhat over-cautious and backward
in ordaining a native ministry.

The next stage was Delhi, where a very interesting interview awaited him.
An officer of Anglo-Indian birth, James Skinner by name, who had raised
and commanded a capital body of light horse, had twenty years before
entered Delhi with a conquering army, and, gazing on the countless domes
and minarets, vowed that if ever he should be able, he would build an
English church to raise its cross among them. He had persevered, though
the cost far exceeded the estimate, and though the failure of houses of
business had greatly lessened his means; and now he came, a tall, stout,
dark man of fifty-six, in a uniform of blue, silver, and steel, a helmet
on his head and a red ribbon on his breast, to beg for consecration for
his church. His sons were Christians, but his wife was a Mahometan,
though, he said with tears, that "for thirty years a better wife no man
ever had."

The church was of Greek architecture, shaped as a Greek cross, with
porticoes with fligh