Two of the priests had conformed, and the Christianity of those who would not do so was plainly not worth having.
There was some polite intercourse with Serfojee's son, whose taste was visible in the alteration of a fine statue of his father by Flaxman, from which the white marble turban had been removed to substitute a coloured one, with black feathers and tassels.

In him the family has become extinct, since he only left a daughter, and the adoption of a son, after the old Hindoo fashion, has not been permitted by Government.
Thence, Bishop Wilson proceeded towards Trichinopoly.

He encamped, by the way, at a place called Muttooputty, a large station on the Coleroon river, where the way had been so prepared for him that there was a grand throng of native Christians, untroubled about caste, and he was obliged literally to lengthen the cords and strengthen the stakes of the large tent used as a chapel.

It was one of the memorable days of joy that come now and then to support the laborious spirit of the faithful servant.
"One such day as we have just passed is worth years of common service." At Trichinopoly, with the deepest sense of reverence, he visited the scene of Heber's death, ministered at the same altar, and preached from the same pulpit, after an interval of nine years.
Here, his mode of dealing with the caste-question was thus: When he came robed into the church, he saw groups of natives standing about, instead of placing themselves like the others of the congregation.

He went up to two, led them to seats, and his chaplain following, did the same; the rest were seated in like manner without resistance.
When the Celebration took place, the Bishop had given directions as to the order of things.