of attending the services, and
of having their youngest child christened or admitted into the Church.
All had been baptized; some at Twillingate, some at Herring Neck, in
each case by a clergyman, one by a Methodist preacher, one by a
fisherman; but all had been admitted into the Church (at Twillingate,
or Herring Neck) except this youngest. They left us about 10.30 P.M.,
after attending our family prayers in the cabin.

_Friday, July 8th. Little Harbour Deep._--Before four o'clock, two of
my men, with a boy from shore, went to Grandfather's Cove
(Grande-Vache) to invite the families (Randalls) living there to our
services. Though so early, one of the families had gone to their
fishing ground before our men arrived. The others gladly accepted the
invitation. This being the first day of missionary work, or services,
on board the Church-ship, I had to instruct my friends, Mr. Johnson
and Mr. Tucker, how to arrange and deck the large cabin for the
congregation. The day, happily, was very fine, so that we were able to
put several of the many packages and boxes on deck.

The congregation, in the morning, consisted of only the two families
(Wiseman and Randall) and our captain. In the afternoon (4.30 P.M.),
our crew also attended. One girl was hypothetically baptised, and four
children received. The elder Johnson said the prayers and baptized;
the younger read the lessons. I addressed the little congregation both
morning and evening. There is something of both pleasure and pain in
these quiet services; pleasure, in hoping that God, in his mercy, may
bless some word of exhortation, or some prayer, to the edification of
these forsaken ones; pain, in observing how by the people themselves
the prayers and lessons seem to be wholly not appreciated, or not
understood. Not one could read, several of them had never heard the
service before, so they rose up and knelt down as automatons; and
would, I doubt not, have been just as ready to kneel at the Psalms as
at the Confession, and to sit at either, or both, as when hearing the
lessons or sermon. After the service, one man bought a Prayer-book for
his daughter, and we gave them several children's books and tracts. I
examined the bigger children after the service; one girl, probably ten
or twelve years of age, could not repeat the Lord's Prayer or the
Creed; a second imperfectly; a third tolerably well. It was, indeed,
pitiful; and enough to fill the heart of any pastor, and speciall