June 17th.--Sunday, I had morning service with the sailors, and a service with my Natives. I felt exceedingly oppressed with a sense of impending calamity; my anxiety was respecting my home, and district. I reasoned with myself on the sin and folly of meeting troubles half way, and dishonouring God by unbelief. I felt great comfort from that beautiful verse:--

"Renew my will from day to day,
Blend it with Thine, and take away
Whatever makes it hard to say--
Thy will be done."

which remained on my mind the whole of that eventful day. The wind continued fair, and 4.50 we passed the "Poor Knights." The account of the close of this day I copy from the Newspaper New Zealander, of June 23rd, the following are extracts:--

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