had reviled him at first, continued to revile him to the very last. "It pained me," he remarked, “that they should give a ridiculous turn to any thing on so affecting an occasion as parting for ever in this life. But such is the unthankful office of a minister. Yet I desire to take the ridicule of men with all meekness and charity, looking forward to another world for approbation and reward."

And now, after a wearisome interval of above nine months, from the time of his leaving Portsmouth, the land appeared which Mr. Martyn had so ardently longed to behold: on the 21st of April "his eyes were gratified with the sight of India."

April 22.-"At sun-rise, we anchored," he says "in Madras roads. Several doobashees, or interpreters, came on board, dressed in white muslin. I went ashore in one of the country boats, made very high, in order to weather the surf; with the boards throughout sewed together very coarsely with straw, and the interstices filled with it. On shore I was surrounded by an immense crowd of coolies, I suppose two hundred, who caught up one box after another, and were going off in different directions, so that I was obliged to run instantly, and stop them; and having with some difficulty got my things together, I went to the Custom-House, attended by four coolies, a doobashee, an umbrella carrier, and a boy or waiting man; all of whom attached themselves to me, without at all consulting me on the occasion, Nothing as yet struck me as re

markable in the country, for the novelty of it had been anticipated in what I had seen at St. Salvador. The number of black people was immense, and the crowd of servants so great, that one would suppose they thought themselves made for the service of the English. The elegance of their manners I was much taken with; but, in general, one thought naturally occurred, the conversion of their poor souls. I felt a solemn sort of melancholy at the sight of such multitudes of idolaters. While the turbaned Asiatics waited upon us at dinner, about a dozen of them, I could not help feeling as if we had got into their places. But now, that I am actually treading Indian ground, let me bless and adore my own God for doing so much for me; and Oh! if I live, let me have come hither for some purpose.

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April 26. Towards night, I walked out with Samees, my servant, in a pensive mood; and went through his native village Chindaput.-Here all was Indian.-No vestige of any thing European.It consisted of about two hundred houses-those in the main street connected-and those on either side of the street separated from one another by little winding paths. Every thing presented the appearance of wretchedness. I thought of my future labors among them with some despondency; yet I am willing, I trust, through grace, to pass my days among them, if by any means these poor people may be brought to God. The sight of men, women,

and children-all idolaters, makes me shudder, as in the dominions of the Prince of darkness. I fancy the frown of God is visible. There is something peculiarly awful in the stillness that prevails.Whether it is the relaxing influence of the climate, or what, I do not know; but there is every thing here to depress the spirits; all nature droops."

April 27-Sunday. "Enjoyed some solemn moments this morning. This is my first Sabbath in India. May all the time I pass in it be a Sabbath of heavenly rest and blessedness to my soul.Preached on Luke x, 41, 42; there was attention. After dinner went to Black Town to Mr. Lovelace's Chapel. I sat in the air at the door, enjoying the blessed sound of the Gospel on an Indian shore, and joining with much comfort in the song of divine praise."

April 28.-"Had much conversation with Dr. Kerr. At night the Portuguese children sung 'Before Jehovah's awful throne' very sweetly: it excited a train of affecting thoughts in my mind. 'Wide as the world is thy command'-and therefore it is easy for thee to spread abroad thy holy name. But oh, how gross the darkness here! The vail of the covering cast over all nations seems thicker here; the fiends of darkness seem to sit in sullen repose in this land."

April 30.-"Walked by moonlight, reflecting on the Mission. My soul was at first sore tried with desponding thoughts; but God wonderfully assisted

me to trust him for the wisdom of his dispensations. Truly therefore, I will say again, 'Who art thou, O great mountain; before Zerubbabel thou shalt become a plain.' How easy for God to do it; and it shall be done in due time: and even if I never should see a native converted, God may design, by my patience and continuance in the work, to encourage future Missionaries. But what surprises me is the change of views I have here from what I had in England. There my heart expanded with hope and joy at the prospect of the speedy conversion of the Heathens; but, here, the sight of the apparent impossibility requires a strong faith to support the spirits."

After being detained a short time at Madras, the fleet sailed for the Hoogley; during which voyage Mr. Martyn again suffered, indescribably, from the relaxation of his frame. He rose in the morning with the deepest melancholy, and seemed, as he expresses it, left without a motive. "He looked forward to an idle worthless life spent in India to no purpose. Exertion seemed to him like deathindeed absolutely impossible. But it pleased God at length to give him deliverance, by enabling him to exercise faith, and to remember that, as a sinner saved, he was bound to evince the most fervent gratitude to God.

The great Pagoda of Juggernaut, now becoming distinctly visible, was a sight sufficient to rouse Mr. Martyn from almost any depths of depression, either of body or mind. Contemplating that horrid altar

of blood and impurity, his soul was excited to sentiments of the tenderest commiseration for the children of wretched India, "who had erected such a monument of her shame on the coast, and whose Heathenism stared the stranger in his face."

Leaving Juggernaut behind, a tremendous hurricane, such as is often experienced in those latitudes, descended on the fleet, and, in an instant, every sail of the Union was rent in pieces. All was uproar in the ship: nor was there resource but to run before the gale; which, had they been farther on their way, must have driven them upon some sand-banks at the mouth of the Hoogley. Incessant lightning rendered the scene more dreadful. When nature began to shrink at dissolution, Mr. Martyn was much reconciled, he says, to it, by such thoughts as these. "What have I here? Is it not better to go, and to be with Jesus, and to be free from my body of sin and death?" But, for the sake of the poor unconverted souls in the ship, he adds, “I prayed earnestly for her preservation."

To this danger, from which Mr. Martyn was mercifully delivered, another of a yet more formidable nature succeeded, when he was entered the mouth of the Hoogley, and was rejoicing in the happy termination of an eventful voyage.

On the 13th of May, the Union struck on a sand-bank near the Diamond Harbor; where her situation was awfully dangerous: for night came on, and the wind increased. The vessel was con