As the morrow would be my last in Hong Kong, the Duke kindly proposed that self and wife should take a farewell dinner with him; but on my stating the distance of East Point, and the early rising on the Tuesday to go back to the mail steamer, he kindly accepted an invitation to dine with Keswick, which would greatly please our worthy host. Returned to East Point in time to go with wife to church. Received the sacrament--my last in China. At the close of the service, Buckle, the Governor’s A.D.C., came to our pew to invite us to meet the Prince at luncheon. [Sidenote: Nov. 1.] Much to do at the last. Took a farewell luncheon on board _Galatea_, meeting the Admiral and Commodore. His Royal Highness gave me a copy of the _Galatea’s_ voyage to Australia. Under my name on the title page he wrote “from his affectionate admirer.” The dinner at East Point was a complete success. In addition to His Royal Highness and suite were the Heards, Keswick’s _fiancé_, Miss de Bourg, Kellett, Miller, Smith from Government House, Robertson, etc. This was the great night of illuminations. We were invited to see it from the _Galatea_, but the guide took His Royal Highness and ourselves to the wrong landing-place; we missed the chairs and got into a procession of illuminated fish of gigantic size. And the Duke mounted with my wife up a ladder into a small Chinese theatre, which he naturally concluded from its gaudy decoration and commanding position must have been intended for himself. At midnight the party dispersed, but His Royal Highness insisted on steering his barge with the old Admiral and his wife back to East Point. [Sidenote: Nov. 2.] Now comes the end of my naval career in China, where the greater part of my services for the last twenty-seven years have been so pleasantly passed, but everything must come to an end. [Illustration: “_The Little Admiral_” (_Hong Kong_ “Punch”).]