r just at midnight,
whereby I learnt a lesson of patience and perseverance.

_Third Sunday after Trinity, July 10th. Little Coney Arm._--Four
families reside in this harbour, two of which are returned in the
census as Methodists, the other two Church of England. All the men,
however, were absent, except the old man who was brought off to us the
previous night; besides him were four women, and some seven or eight
children, and a sick man (a Roman Catholic), who had been left by a
trader. All, however, in the harbour (except the sick Roman) came on
board to both our services, and the women (all) expressed a great
desire to have their children admitted into the Church. The Gospel for
the Sunday gave me occasion to preach to them and myself on the
"Parable of the Lost Sheep;" to myself, to make me ashamed of thinking
much of serving or ministering to these two or three in the
wilderness; and to them, to make them, and each of them, I trust, more
grateful to the good Shepherd who came himself on the same errand on
which He sends his ministers to seek for every one that is lost and
gone astray, and who assures us there is joy in heaven over one sinner
that repenteth. The day was as bright and the scene as lovely as could
be desired for any Sabbath on earth, and I greatly enjoyed the rest
and peace. After tea, we went on shore and visited all the families,
and gave medicine to the poor Irishman, and books to the children. I
examined the children in the Lord's Prayer and Creed, and found that
the child of the Church of England parents (neither of whom could
read) was much more perfect than the children of the others, who
boasted of their learning and reading; some (ten or twelve years of
age) could not say the Lord's prayer. At family prayer, in the
evening, I addressed my crew, and explained to them the object of my
voyage, and entreated them to co-operate by their example in every
place, and warned them against the faults to which I knew them most
liable.

_Monday, July 11th. Little Coney Arm, at sea, and Bear Cove._--Sailed
from Little Coney Arm at four o'clock A.M., wind light, but fair for
crossing the bay, and we accordingly passed over to Bear Cove. We
found that all the inhabitants (four families) were at home, or on
their fishing-grounds, and all professed members of the Church of
England, and greatly desirous to be admitted, by baptism or reception
as the case might require; and two couples, who had been united by a