They had mission hymns, and the only one that went well was "Throw out the life-line," which is really a rather ghastly thing.

We had short Matins, and I preached as I had arranged.

The men sat stiffly and looked at me.

I don't know why, but I couldn't work up any enthusiasm and it all seemed futile.

Afterwards I tried to talk to this Wesleyan corporal.