Her Majesty was graciously pleased to receive the humble token of loyalty and love, and sent an acknowledgment, accompanied by a gift of the coins struck on the occasion of her Jubilee, varying in value from a sixpenny piece to four shilling pieces. These were to be distributed among the women and girls, and Captain Nicolls, of the _Cormorant_, on his second visit, had the pleasant duty of distributing the gift, which the receivers were proud to get and keep in remembrance of their beloved Queen. The ceremony over the _Cormorant_ left, but before the return voyage was half accomplished, Captain Nicolls, at Rio Janeiro, took the yellow fever and died. He was buried at sea. A new decade was now entered upon, and in the opening month of 1890 the people celebrated, on the twenty-third day, the century of years since the _Bounty_ arrived at the island. The same period of time which among the nations of the earth had witnessed the amazing onward march in progress and advanced civilization, saw but little change in this little world situated by itself in the midst of the vast ocean. Yet the people felt that God had led them all the way, and they met together at the church to hold a service of praise with which to begin the day, thanking God for past mercies and praying him to supply future grace. Following is a hymn composed and sung on the occasion:— Our Father, God, we come to raise Our songs to thee in grateful praise; We come to sing thy guiding hand, By which supported still we stand. To this fair land our fathers sought To flee the doom their sins had brought, In vain—nor peace nor rest was found, For strife possessed th’ unhallowed ground. Darkness around their path was spread; Their crimes deserved a vengeance dread; When, lo! a beam of hope was given To guide their erring feet to heaven. Thy holy word, a beacon light, Had pierced the shades of sin’s dark night, And poured a flood of radiance where Had reigned the gloom of dull despair. We own the depths of sin and shame, Of guilt and crime from which we came; Thy hand upheld us from despair, Else we had sunk in darkness there. We, their descendants, here to-day Meet in thy house to praise and pray, And ask thy blessing to attend And guide us to life’s journey’s end. Oh, that our lives henceforth may be More consecrated, Lord, to thee! Thy boundless favors to us shown With gratitude we humbly own. Thou know’st the depths from whence we sprung; Inspire each heart, unloose each tongue, That all our powers may join to bless The Lord, our Strength and Righteousness.