27 August 1871
This Sunday morning breaks with brightness. Our thoughts turn homewards. We are to have service today. So may our communion mingle with that of home friends in offering our prayers and praises to the same “Father” in Heaven. I must tell you that my “Hymns Ancient and Modern” were by some oversight omitted in packing, but a gentleman on board makes up the deficiency – and it is pleasant to feel that I have this link to bind me in feeling to home and to sing praises as of old on this day.