Saturday, February 15th

Fine and warm. Wind N.E. Bishop Selwyn arrived last night in the Undine, having been unable to reach the Auckland Islands. He and Jackson being introduced, have had the day to settle between them their great question of whether the diocese shall be divided, as Jackson intended. Dined on corned beef and a very good cabbage. After dinner went with Andy, Robert, Henry, Hamilton & Wortley to survey the Island. Sailed down and rowed back, fixed the site of the house and were gratified to find a spring with plenty of water. We returned late, having lost one another by bad management. I rowed up against the wind to the Port. Today met Antill Adley, who came out by Castle Eden. He has no money and no training for a colonist—cannot write a good hand, cannot work at anything, 'but likes gardening'—a most bad prospect for him. Sent off letters to my father, Nanny (enclosing one to Mary) and Jemmy. After tea smoked two cigars over the fire in the cook-house, plunged in reverie on the future—all its pleasures and all its chances. My 'Daydream in the Bush' appeared in the Lyttelton Times today.