African. Surely it is not much for the Christians of Christian England
to send a Christian Bishop to millions who never heard there is a
Savior."

And now I turn to the opposite quarter of the globe--Australasia, New
Zealand, and Polynesia. When I was a boy there was but one English
settlement, and that was known throughout the world as Botany Bay, the
abode of the most abandoned criminals of English civilization. There
are to-day twenty-one Bishops in those islands. I wish I could tell the
story inwrought in the lives of Selwyn, Patteson, Williams, and a host
of others, some of whom have laid down their lives for Christ.

To-day cannibalism is a thing of the past. Human sacrifices, thank God,
are to be found nowhere on the earth. There is not one of those islands
without its Christian church, and in some of them the last vestige of
heathenism has passed away. They have thousands of Christian men and
women under their native pastors. Surely this is no time to talk about
the failure of Christian missions.

Now I turn to Japan. Less than forty year ago one of our brave American
sailors, Commodore Perry, cast anchor on Sunday morning in the harbor of
Yeddo. He called his officers and crew together for public worship, and
they sang that old hymn of our fathers, "Old Hundred"; and the first
sound that this hermit nation heard from her younger sister of the West
was that grand old hymn.


Next year Japan will have a constitutional government. It has already
adopted the Christian calendar. There are more that a million of
children in their public schools. Many of these schools are under the