n, who at one time paid the Umhlali a visit,
bringing with them their whole train of converts, servants, orphans, and
adopted children, who could be easily accommodated by putting up fresh
grass huts, to which even the Europeans of the party had become so
accustomed, that they viewed a chameleon tumbling down on the
dinner-table with rather more indifference than we do the intrusion of an
earwig, quite acquiesced in periodically remaking the clay floor when the
white ants were coming up through it, scorpions being found in the
Archdeacon's whiskers, and green snakes, instead of mice, being killed by
the cat.

The sight of Christian Kaffirs was very beneficial to the learners, to
whom it was a great stumbling block to have no fellows within their ken,
but to be totally separated from all of their own race and colour. At
Seaforth, the wedding was celebrated of two of Mr. Robertson's converts,
named Benjamin and Louisa, the marriage Psalms being chanted in Kaffir,
and the Holy Communion celebrated, when there were seven Kaffir
communicants. The bride wore a white checked muslin and a wreath of
white natural flowers on her head. This was the first Christian Zulu
wedding, and it has been followed by many more, and we believe that in no
case has there been a relapse into heathenism or polygamy.

The Mackenzies continued at Seaforth until the early part of the year
1859. The work was peaceful and cheerful. There were no such remarkable
successes in conversion as the Robertsons met with, probably because in
the further and wilder district the work was more pioneering, and the
Robertsons had never been without a nucleus of Christians, besides which
the gifts of both appear to have been surpassing in their power of
dealing with natives, and producing thorough conversions. Moreover, they
had no cure but of the Kaffirs, whereas Archdeacon Mackenzie was the
pastor of a widely scattered population, and his time and strength on
Sundays employed to their very uttermost. Church affairs weighed heavily
upon him; and another heavy sorrow fell on him in the death of the
guardian elder sister, Mrs. Dundas. Her illness, typhus fever, left time
for the preparation of knowing of her danger, and a letter written to her
by her brother during the suspense breathes his resigned hope:--"Dear
Lizzie, you may now be among the members of the Church in heaven, who
have washed their robes and made them white in the blood of the Lamb. If
so, we