We conclude our present article by an extract of a letter of somewhat less recent date from Mr. Hutchins. It relates to the station at Lucea, and was addressed to a friend of the writer, who has kindly furnished it for our pages. A few sabbaths ago I had such a delightful day, that the recollection of it will, I have no doubt, be ever attended with feelings of peculiar pleasure. Early in the morning we proceeded to the place of baptizing from Lucea, where I baptized nine of my black brethren and sisters, nay nine of our black brethren and sisters in Christ. The place was two miles from the Bay. We arrived at break of day. It was not in the river Jordan, but in a beautiful winding river in a most retired situation. We were covered by the majestic and graceful boughs of the bamboo, which, for grandeur of appearance and loveliness of shade, excels every other tree in the island, and is beautiful beyond description. The congregation consisted of about 300 persons, all getting as near as possible to the banks of the river, while we arranged the candidates close to the border of the stream. The day now dawned upon us, and I felt as if compelled to commence by singing the verse: "Sweet is the work, my God, my King, To praise thy name, give thanks, and sing; To show thy love by morning light, And talk of all thy truth at night." And indeed, if one may speak for others, it was truly sweet. I then engaged in prayer, and delivered an address to the various classes present; and judging from appearances, we cannot but hope that at some future period good results will be brought to light. The Spirit of the Most High seemed to rest upon us. Persons whom I have seen trifling on other occasions, were overawed. Others, who were anticipating with pleasure the time when they shall have a name and a place among the people of God, were seen with the tear silently rolling dawn their cheeks. While others, with their hands clasped and pressed on their bosoms, with their eyes raised towards heaven, seemed to be fervently engaged in the interesting service, and to enjoy in their minds something of that feeling which is peculiar to the Christian, which the world can neither give nor take away. I then entered the stream and baptized them, singing two lines between each; after which I concluded, and thus ended one of the most interesting services I ever knew. We then repaired to Lucea, and commenced our morning prayer-meeting at seven instead of six o'clock; we had a good congregation. At half-past ten the next service was to commence. At ten I saw people going away to seek for sittings at the kirk, for not one could be found here. Our house is very commodious, being three stories high. The lower parts we use for the chapel, and in the top we reside.