They were now anxious to return to their own island, the season of the year being favourable for the voyage.  It was with much regret that we heard of their intended departure.  With a large concourse of natives and several English missionaries, we accompanied them down to the beach to see them off.  Prayers were offered up by all present for their safety during their voyage.  It was an impressive and affecting scene. Many wept as the fine old chief and his friends stepped on board.  He could scarcely refrain from tears, nor could we.  The frail canoe was launched forth into the deep, the sail was hoisted, and away they went on a voyage of three hundred miles, with full faith that the God who had hitherto preserved them would watch over them still.