attractive shape even within the pale of the company's territory.
An aggregation of negroes from Jamaica, London, and Nova Scotia,
who possessed no language except an acquired jargon, and shared
no associations beyond the recollections of a common servitude,
were not very promising apostles for the spread of Western
culture and the Christian faith. Things went smoothly enough as
long as the business of the colony was mainly confined to eating
the provisions that had been brought in the ships; but as soon as
the work became real, and the commons short, the whole community
smouldered down into chronic mutiny.

Zachary Macaulay was the very man for such a crisis. To a rare
fund of patience, and self-command, and perseverance, he united a
calm courage that was equal to any trial. These qualities were,
no doubt, inherent in his disposition; but no one except those
who have turned over his voluminous private journals can
understand what constant effort, and what incessant watchfulness,
went to maintain throughout a long life a course of conduct, and
a temper of mind, which gave every appearance of being the
spontaneous fruit of nature. He was not one who dealt in personal
experiences; and few among even the friends who loved him like
father or brother, and who would have trusted him with all their
fortune on his bare word, knew how entirely his outward behaviour
was the express image of his religious belief. The secret of his
character and of his actions lay in perfect humility and an
absolute faith. Events did not discompose him, because they were
sent by One who best knew his own purposes. He was not fretted by
the folly of others, or irritated by their hostility, because he
regarded the humblest or the worst of mankind as objects, equally
with himself, of the divine love and care. On all other points he