Life of John Coleridge Patteson : Missionary Bishop of the Melanesian IslandsYonge, Charlotte M. (Charlotte Mary)
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Life of John Coleridge Patteson : Missionary Bishop of the Melanesian Islands
Yonge, Charlotte M. (Charlotte Mary)
Missions -- Melanesia; Patteson, John Coleridge, 1827-1871
A few days after the foregoing observations were written, H.M.S.
'Cordelia,' a war steamer, entered Port Patteson, and Captain Hume
himself came across by boat to Mota, to communicate to Bishop Patteson
his instructions to offer him a cruise in the vessel, render him any
assistance in his power in the Solomon Islands, and return him to
any island he might desire. Letters from the Primate assumed that the
proposal should be accepted; it was an opportunity of taking home the
Bauro and Grera boys; moreover there was a quarrel between English and
natives to be enquired into at Ysabel Island, where the Bishop could be
useful as interpreter; and, as he could leave his two friends to carry
on the school at Mota, he went on board, and very good it was for him,
in the depressed state of health brought on by rude bed and board, to be
the guest on board a Queen's ship and under good medical care.
For the 'Cordelia' had brought out the letters which gave the first
intimation of his father's state; and without the privacy, and freedom
from toil and responsibility, he could hardly have borne up under the
blow. The first day was bad enough: 'a long busy day on shore with just
one letter read, and the dull heavy sensation of an agony that was to
come, as soon as I could be alone to think.' Arrangements had to be
made; and there was not one solitary moment till 9 P.M. in the cabin
when this loving and beloved son could shut himself in, kneel down, and
recover composure to open the two letters in his father's hand.
He wrote it all--his whole heart--as of old to the father who had ever
shared his inmost thoughts:--
'It may be that as I write, your blessed spirit, at rest in Paradise,
may know me more truly than ever you did on earth; and yet the sorrow
of knowing how bitter it is within may never be permitted to ruffle your
everlasting peace.
'I may never see you on earth. All thought of such a joy is gone. I
did really cling to it (I see it now) when most I thought I was quite
content to wait for the hope of the great meeting. I will try to
remember and to do what you say about all business matters.
'I will pray God to make me more desirous and more able to follow the
holy example you leave behind. Oh that the peace of God may be given to
me also when I come to die; though how may I dare to hope for such an
end, so full of faith and love and the patient waiting for Christ!
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