CHAPTER LV.

THE FRENCH IN THE PACIFIC.

We went down to the Islands with the _Dayspring_ in 1865. The full story

of the years that had passed was laid before my Missionary brethren at

their Annual Synod. They resolved that permanent arrangements must now

be made for the vessel's support, and that I must return to the Colonies

and see these matured, to prevent any such crisis as that through which

we had recently passed. This, meantime, appeared to all of them, the

most clamant of all Missionary duties,--their very lives, and the

existence of the Mission itself, depending thereon. The Lord seemed to

leave me no alternative: and, with great reluctance, my back was again

turned away from the Islands.

The _Dayspring_, doing duty among the Loyalty Islands, left me, along

with my dear wife, on Mare, there to await an opportunity of getting to

New Caledonia, and thence to Sydney. Detained there for some time, we

saw the noble work done by Messrs. Jones and Creagh, of the London

Missionary Society, all being cruelly undone by the tyranny and Popery

of the French. One day, in an inland walk, Mrs. Paton and I came on a

large Conventicle in the bush. They were teaching each other, and

reading the Scriptures which the Missionaries had translated into their

own language, and which the French had forbidden them to use. They cried

to God for deliverance from their oppressors! Missionaries were

prohibited from teaching the Gospel to the Natives without the

permission of France; their books were suppressed, and they themselves

placed under military guard on the Island of Lifu. Even when, by

Britain's protest, the Missionaries were allowed to resume their work,

the French language was alone to be used by them; and some, like Rev. J.

Jones (as far down as 1888), were marched on board a Man-of-war, at half

an hour's notice, and, without crime laid to their charge, forbidden

ever to return to the Islands. While, on the other hand, the French

Popish Missionaries were everywhere fostered and protected, presenting

to the Natives as many objects of idolatry as their own, and following,

as is the custom of the Romish Church in those Seas, in the wake of

every Protestant Mission, to pollute and to destroy.

Being delayed also for two weeks on Noumea, we saw the state of affairs

under military rule. English Protestant residents, few in number,

appealed to me to conduct worship, but liberty could not be obtained

from the authorities, who hated everything English. Again a number of

Protestant parents, some French, others English and German, applied to

me to baptize their children at their own houses. To have asked

permission would have been to court refusal, and to falsify my position.

I laid the matter before the Lord, and baptized them all. Within two

days the Private Secretary of the Governor arrived with an interpreter,

and began to inquire of me, "Is it true that you have been baptizing

here?"

I replied quite frankly, "It is."

"We are sent to demand on whose authority?"

"On the authority of my Great Master."

"When did you get that authority?"

"When I was licensed and ordained to preach the Gospel, I got that

authority from my Great Master."

Here a spirited conversation followed betwixt the two in French, and

they politely bowed, and left me.

Very shortly they returned, saying, "The Governor sends his compliments,

and he wishes the honor of a visit from you at Government House at three

o'clock, if convenient for you."

I returned my greeting, and said that I would have pleasure in waiting

upon his Excellency at the appointed hour. I thought to myself that I

was in for it now, and I earnestly cried for Divine guidance.

He saluted me graciously as "de great Missionary of de New Hebrides." He

conversed in a very friendly manner about the work there, and seemed

anxious to find any indication as to the English designs. I had to deal

very cautiously. He spoke chiefly through the interpreter; but,

sometimes dismissing him, he talked to me as good, if not better English

himself. He was eager to get my opinions as to how Britain got and

retained her power over the Natives. After a very prolonged interview,

we parted without a single reference to the baptisms or to religious

services!

That evening the Secretary and interpreter waited upon us at our Inn,

saying, "The Governor will have pleasure in placing his yacht and crew

at your disposal to-morrow. Mrs. Paton and you can sail all around, and

visit the Convict Island, and the Government Gardens, where lunch will

be prepared for you."

It was a great treat to us indeed. The crew were in prison garments, but

all so kind to us. By Convict labor all the public works seemed to be

carried on, and the Gardens were most beautiful. The carved work in

bone, ivory, cocoanuts, shells, etc., was indeed very wonderful. We

bought a few specimens, but the prices were beyond our purse. It was a

strange spectacle--these things of beauty and joy, and beside them the

chained gangs of fierce and savage Convicts, kept down only by bullet

and sword!

Thanking the Governor for his exceeding kindness, I referred to their

Man-of-war about to go to Sydney, and offered to pay full passage money

if they would take me, instead of leaving me to wait for a "trader." He

at once granted my request, and arranged that we should be charged only

at the daily cost for the sailors. At his suggestion, however, I took a

number of things on board with me, and presented them to be used at the

cabin table. We were most generously treated--the Captain giving up his

own room to my wife and myself, as they had no special accommodation for

passengers.

Noumea appeared to me at that time to be wholly given over to

drunkenness and vice, supported as a great Convict Settlement by the

Government of France, and showing every extreme of reckless, worldly

pleasure, and of cruel, slavish toil. When I saw it again,

three-and-twenty years thereafter, it showed no signs of progress for

the better. It there be a God of justice and of love, His blight cannot

but rest on a nation whose pathway is stained with corruption and

steeped in blood, as is undeniably the case with France in the Pacific

Isles.

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