My dear Superintendents, Teachers, Scholars, little people and big, of the Mill Hill Sunday Schools,—it is four weeks yet to Whit-Monday, but if I do not take time by the forelock and write to-day there will be no possibility of getting my word in at the Prize-giving. We shall spend to-morrow in Ceylon, and in the evening start for Australia, and no letter from there can reach Leeds till the middle of June, when Whit-Monday will be a memory of (I hope) another fine day at Southfield, where so many of the elder scholars have been since they began to go as little children.

I wish I could send with this letter a little of our weather, for it would be very welcome to you, and for us we have rather too much of it. We have had neither wind nor cloud worth mentioning since we left Marseilles, and for the last ten days it has been hotter than in our hottest time in England. It's the same day and night, noon and morning, always too hot. But old travellers tell us that it's quite moderate, and will be much worse next month. So you must congratulate and not pity us, and we are both very well in spite of it. But I should not like to live in such a climate. Leeds is often dull and cold and wet, but it seems to me now that it must be delightful to be able to walk out at any hour of the day and go as fast as you like. Here, a saunter up and down the deck for a quarter of an hour, is enough to tire you and make you wet with perspiration. Oh, dear Leeds, dear Mill Hill, I shall be glad to see you again! We page 7 have been a fortnight on the sea and have got a fortnight more. But my heart is at home, and when Whit-Monday comes I shall take care to calculate the hour at which you will meet, and get the prizes given, and load the wagons with the younger scholars and be off. Though when your tea-time comes I hope I shall have forgotten everything and be fast asleep, for midnight will be past with us. My congratulations to the Prize-winners, my good wishes to the good scholars who have got no prizes, and to everyone—to those who deserve the most, and those who deserve nothing, my love and blessing and kindest memories.

C. H.