ted; nearly all of whom
had been baptized by the French priests, who accompany year by year
the fishing vessels from France. They (the priests) had performed this
service, without any intention, as it seemed, of bringing either
children or parents into the Roman Catholic Church. In one of the
families was an idiot son, whom the parents were very anxious to have
baptized. He is grown up, and though harmless in other respects, uses
very dreadful language. I went on shore and visited one of the houses
of a family, the father and mother of which go to St. John's every
fall, and while there the woman is a regular attendant at the daily
Prayers in the Cathedral. It was gratifying to find the house very
clean and well ordered in the absence of both father and mother, who,
unfortunately, are gone to some distant fishing station for the
summer. The young women who showed so much apparent good feeling at
baptism, are their children. Here the people keep cows and sheep, and
live in much comfort, and we obtained a small supply of milk and fresh
meat: I had not tasted any meat, and only once fowl, for a fortnight.
We have had no fresh meat on board, and the fish and salmon, of which
we have abundance for nothing, is in my judgment better and more
wholesome (not to speak of economy) than the salted and preserved
meats. For the same period, or rather longer, we have had milk, and
that goat's, only once; and nobody complains, of the privation.

_Fifth Sunday after Trinity, July 24th. At Englee._--The fifteenth
anniversary of my first Sunday in Newfoundland. Shame that this should
be my first, in these fifteen years, which I have given to Englee. And
what a contrast! Then I went from Government House in the Governor's
carriage, with His Excellency and Lady Harvey, to preach my first
sermon, and administer for the first time the Holy Communion (it was
the first Sunday in July) in my Cathedral Church. The occasion, with a
fine day, brought a crowded congregation. Here, on this fifteenth
anniversary, I am at Englee in Canada Bay, on the French Shore, a
place inhabited by four families of fishermen, several of whom never
saw a clergyman or Church, very few of whom can read, not one able to
follow the order of Prayer intelligently, not one confirmed, not one
prepared to receive the Holy Communion, nearly half only yesterday
received into the Church. To make the contrast greater and more
dreary, the day is miserably wet and cold, so that seve