My acquaintance with Mr. Bullen (writes our friend) commenced in October, 1847. Having, in the providence of God, been removed to Tutuila, while on my way to the dark islands of the West, I became an inmate in his family. During the few months which I spent with this dear brother, it was my privilege to form a friendship with him, which, I trust, will be enhanced and perpetuated beyond the grave. I accompanied Mr. Bullen to Upolu, in November last, to attend a meeting of the Missionary Brethren. It proved an occasion of great interest to our departed brother, who was unanimously chosen to commence the Mission at Fatè, on the New Hebrides Group, in conjunction with such labourers as the Society might send out in the John Williams for that destination. The New Hebrides had for years engaged much of his thoughts and prayers, and great was his joy when he was designated by his brethren to preach among them the unsearchable riches of Christ.

On our return to Tutuila, Mr. Bullen commenced preparations for his new field of labour. By the advice of the brethren he set about making the frame of a house, and procuring a suitable boat; but, while thus engaged, his duties as a Minister of the Gospel were not overlooked. Of late, also, he laboured hard at packing up, so as to be in readiness for the John Williams, when she should arrive; and I aided him as far as possible. Whether these exertions had any influence in bringing on the disease which ended his days, or not, it is impossible to say: at all events, we think he undertook too much, but he never complained. There was, no doubt, a predisposition in his constitution to the malady of which he died, and the circumstance to which I am about to refer seems to have brought it to an issue.

On the 7th of March he undertook a visit to Aolo, a village which lies about five miles from Leone. The road to this place is bad, and leads over a mountain, very precipitous on both sides. The walk from Leone is most fatiguing. I accompanied him in this journey, which was performed under a drenching rain. We reached Aolo in the evening,

and both of us felt somewhat chilly. On the following day, Mr. B. met the Church-members, at five o'clock A.M., and delivered to them a suitable address; at ten, he visited the school, and spent a considerable time in examining the scholars; about mid-day, Chiefs and heads of families waited on him, and he had some conversation with them; at two o'clock P.M., we met for divine service-his text was 1 Cor. ix. 24: "Know ye not that they which run in a race run all, but one receiveth the prize? So run that ye may obtain."

This was his last sermon, and he never again spoke in public. Immediately after service we set out for Leone, and reached our dear families the same night. During our homeward journey he complained of fatigue, and when he came to any ascent on the road he availed himself of the assistance of the natives who accompanied us. I thought I observed a languor about him which was unusual, but I ascribed it to the oppressive labours of the day, and considered there was nothing to awaken fear. On his return from Aolo he began to complain: for some days he was affected with chilliness and general soreness throughout the system: he looked very ill, and was unable to attend the usual services at chapel.

[After recounting the course and progress of the malady, the esteemed writer continues]:

At six A.M. on the 24th, brother Murray awakened me, and told me that dear Mr. Bullen was, to all appearance, near his latter end. I arose quickly and went to his bedside, and was soon convinced that he could not survive long. I suggested to Mr. Murray the propriety of making known to Mrs. Bullen our fears. The painful intelligence surprised her, but she received it with a degree of composure. All that now remained for us to do was to soothe the dying hours of our beloved brother. As the day advanced he sank lower and lower his weakness at length became so great that he was unable to speak. We spoke much to him, and addressed him as a dying man. As speech was gone, we requested him to respond to our

questions by a gentle pressure of the hand. In this way we learned from him that all his hopes for an eternal salvation were built on the Redeemer; that he was willing to depart, and be with Christ; and that he committed his beloved wife and dear children to Him who has promised to be a father to the fatherless and a husband to the widow.

The parting from his dear children was an affecting scene. Brother Murray lifted up the eldest, that he might kiss her, and I lifted up the two youngest. We believe he knew them, though he was unable to impart to them his dying counsels. But his beloved partner appeared to engage his chief attention, as his eyes were constantly fixed on her while consciousness remained. By the motion of his lips, he seemed as if he had a desire to speak, but he was unable to give utterance to his thoughts. At half-past three o'clock P.M. our dear brother fell asleep in Jesus, without a struggle. The sad intelligence of his death soon spread among the poor natives; and numbers assembled about the house, each one eager to obtain a glimpse of the lifeless

corpse of their beloved Missionary. Many a tear was shed, and they could not be prevailed on to return to their homes till the approach of night.

On the 25th, the remains of our dear departed brother were consigned to the grave. At three o'clock P.M. the body was conveyed to the chapel, and service was conducted by Mr. Murray, during which a deep solemnity pervaded the whole audience. There was considerable manifestation of feeling. After an appropriate service, the body was removed to the grave near the chapel, and consigned to its kindred dust, there to repose in the stillness of death till it is raised at the resurrection day, while the spirit has winged its flight to the realms of bliss, and is now engaged in celebrating the praises of redeeming love.

The death of this faithful servant of Jesus is a mysterious dispensation. It is sensibly felt by his brethren and people; while it throws a dark cloud on the Mission to the New Hebrides, whose leader has fallen. We cannot fathom the designs of God in this event, but it is our duty to stand still and adore.

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