80 Snapshots from the North Paevfe. health, which you know has been broken for about two years. During the winter I have been an unwilling prisoner, so that the pastoral care of this place has been entirely in Mr. Gurd’s hands, and they have been efficient. This enforced seclusion has been ordered for the best. The disciphne must have been required or it would not be imposed by the Divine Bishop of souls. No longer do I impatiently chafe as a caged bird, though I am glad to be on the wing, set free to go and come by the same kind Hand that shut me in. “Sympathy is very sweet, and of this I have had innumerable proofs. But my weather-tanned face and hands hardened by the paddle make no further claim. Since April my writing desk has been rarely opened because of my con- stant voyaging. My fingers, lately so thin and pliable, now are stiff and scarred and blistered. On the twenty-seventh anniversary of my wedding-day I paddled sixteen hours in steady rain, and during the week’s travelling slept two nights in the bottom of the open boat anchored close in shore.