MISSIONARY'S SERMON; WITH SOME REFLECTIONS SOME degree of order at length restored, the service was continued, by singing.

The choir was composed of twelve or fifteen ladies of the mission, occupying a long bench to the left of the pulpit.

Almost the entire congregation joined in.
The first air fairly startled me; it was the brave tune of Old Hundred, adapted to a Tahitian psalm.

After the graceless scenes I had recently passed through, this circumstance, with all its accessories, moved me forcibly.
Many voices around were of great sweetness and compass.

The singers, also, seemed to enjoy themselves mightily; some of them pausing, now and then, and looking round, as if to realize the scene more fully.
In truth, they sang right joyously, despite the solemnity of the tune.
The Tahitians have much natural talent for singing; and, on all occasions, are exceedingly fond of it.