He settled at St.
John's, now in the City of Winnipeg, and occupied "Bishop's Court." After occupying the See for fifteen years, he retired, and was succeeded by Bishop Machray, whose commanding figure was known to all early settlers in Winnipeg.

He revived St.John's College and gained fame as an educationalist.
The peculiarly situated nature of the Settlement, extending in a long line of isolated houses along the banks of the river, and in no place stretching back any distance on the prairies, render a succession of churches necessary to bring the opportunity of attending within the reach of the people.

Ten Church of England places of worship exist (1870) on the bank of the river.

Of these, eight are within the legally defined limits of the Colony.
About the middle of December, 1866, Archdeacon John McLean commenced the celebration of the Church of England service in the village of Winnipeg.
The services were for a time held in the Court House at Fort Garry, and in the autumn of 1868 Holy Trinity Church was opened in Winnipeg.
A SELF-DENYING APOSTLE.
After many disappointments the cry of the Selkirk Colonists for a minister of their own faith reached Scotland, and their case was referred to Dr.Robert Burns, of Toronto, who was further urged to action by Governor Ballenden, of Fort Garry.

In August, 1857, the Rev.
John Black, then newly ordained, was sent on by Dr.Burns to Red River.
He was fortunate in becoming attached to a military expedition led by Governor Ramsey, of Minnesota, going northwest for nearly four hundred miles, from St.Paul to Pembina.
Leaving the military escort behind, in company with Mr.Bond, who wrote an account of the trip, Mr.Black floated down Red River in a birch canoe, and in a three-days' journey they reached the Marion's House in St.Boniface.It is said that it was from Bond's description of this voyage that the Poet Whittier obtained the information for the well-known poem.
THE RED RIVER VOYAGEUR.
Out and in the river is winding The banks of its long red chain, Through belts of dusky pine land And gusty leagues of plain.
Only at times a smoky wreath With the drifting cloud-rack joins-- The smoke of the hunting lodges Of the wild Assiniboines.
Drearily blows the north wind, From the land of ice and snow; The eyes that look are uneasy, And heavy the hands that row.
And with one foot on the water, And one upon the shore, The Angel's shadow gives warning-- That day shall be no more.
Is it the clang of wild geese?
Is it the Indians' yell, That lends to the voice of the North wind The tones of a far-off bell?
The Voyageur smiles as he listens To the sound that grows apace; Well he knows the vesper ringing Of the bells of St.Boniface.
The bells of the Roman Mission That call from their turrets twain; To the boatmen on the river, To the hunter on the plain.
Even so on our mortal journey The bitter north winds blow; And thus upon Life's Red River Our hearts, as oarsmen, row.
Happy is he who heareth The signal of his release In the bells of the Holy City-- The chimes of Eternal peace.
In the afternoon of the day of their arrival the party crossed from St.
Boniface to Fort Garry, and the missionary well known as Rev.Dr.
Black, went to the hospitable shelter of Alexander Ross, whose daughter he afterward married.