ness of the passage-by sickness-and by languor. But whether tossed on that stormy sea which roars round the Cape-or becalmed in the midst of the Indian ocean or enfeebled by the recurrence of illness and extreme relaxation-he received all with the meekest resignation, as the special appointment of his God.

The violent and increasing opposition he experienced from many of the more intelligent part of the passengers, and the discouraging inattention he too often perceived amongst the other class of his hearers, caused him to "grieve on their account, and to humble himself before God." "I go down," he Days, "and stand in the midst of a few, without their taking the slightest notice of me: Lord, it is for thy sake I suffer such slights-let me persevere notwithstanding." But though he mourned on their account, he was "contented to be left without fruit, if such were the will of God." Conscious of having delivered the message faithfully, and trusting that, with respect to both descriptions of his auditors, he had commended himself to their consciences, if he had not reached their hearts, his own peace of mind was not affected: and he affirms, that he was "as happy as he could be without more grace;"―representing himself as enjoying "peaceful thoughts-tender recollections—and happy prospects."-How could he fail of pleasantness and peace, when this was the genuine expression of the sentiments of his soul? "I am born for God only.

Christ is nearer to me than father, or mother, or sister a nearer relation—a more affectionate friend. and I rejoice to follow him and to love him. Blessed Jesus! thou art all I want-a forerunner to me in all I ever shall go through, as a Christian-Minister-or Missionary."

The sickness with which the ship's company had been affected before reaching the Cape, prevailed now more extensively than ever.-Many fell a sacrifice to the disorder, and amongst others a devout soldier, with whom Mr. Martyn had often united in prayer and praises, and often conversed on the things of eternity. A mournful satisfaction it was to him to attend his Christian brother in his last illness, and afterwards to commit his body to the deep, in certain expectation that the 'sea should give up her dead,' and he with him should enter into the joy of their Lord. "Thus," he says, "is my brother gone-he, with whom I had conversed on divine things, and sung, and prayed, is entered into that glory of which we used to discourse. To his multiplied sorrows upon earth, he has bid an everlasting adieu. May I follow his faith and patience, till, with him, I inherit the promises.".

Falling in with the trade winds, the fleet made quick progress towards India; and whilst the breezes wafted Mr. Martyn towards the destined scene of his labors, many a sigh did he continue to breathe under a sense of his own sinfulness and weakness; and many a petition did he pour forth for the nation

to whom he was sent. He felt it "good and suitable to walk through this world overwhelmed with contrition and love-receiving with grateful contentment every painful dispensation, because not worthy to enjoy the light of this world”—praying that "God would glorify himself with the gifts and graces of all his creatures, and make him take his place at the bottom of them unnoticed, unknown, and forgotten."-"O when the spirit is pleased," said he, "to shew his creature but a few scattered specimens of his ungodly days, yea of his godly ones-how universally and desperately wicked doth he appear. O that I knew how to be duly abased. What shall I think of myself in comparison of others? How ought I to kiss the very dust beneath their feet, from a consciousness of my inferiority; and in my thoughts of God, and his dealings with me, how ought I to be wrapped up in constant astonishment.”—Then after setting apart a day for fasting and humiliation, he began to pray for the setting up of God's kingdom in the world, especially in India, and had such energy and delight in prayer as he never had before experienced. "My whole soul,"” he said, "wrestled with God. I knew not how to leave off crying to him to fulfil his promises, chiefly pleading his own glorious power. I do not know that any thing would be a heaven to me but the service of Christ, and the enjoyment of his presence. O how sweet is life when spent in his service! I am going upon a work immediately according to the

mind of Christ, and my glorious Lord, whose power is uncontrollable, can easily open a way for his feeble follower through the thickest of the ranks of his enemies. And now, on let me go, smiling at my foes-how small are human obstacles before this mighty Lord! How easy is it for God to effect his purposes in a moment. What are inveterate preju. dices when once the Lord shall set to his hand! In prayer, I had a most precious view of Christ, as a friend that sticketh closer than a brother. O how sweet was it to pray to him. I hardly knew how to contemplate with praise enough his adorable excellencies. Who can shew forth all his praise? I can conceive it to be a theme long enough for eternity. I want no other happiness-no other sort of heaven."—With such holy, humble, and heavenly sentiments as these did Mr. Martyn approach the shores of Indostan; and going as he was into the vineyard of S. Bartholemew and Pantenus, of Ziegenbalg and Swartz, it was in their spirit that he prepared to enter upon his labors.

On the good Friday shortly preceding his arrival in India, and which he passed in prayer and fasting, he represents himself as enjoying throughout a most blessed and serene view of Christ. The word of God was very sweet to him, whilst reading the account of the suffering and death of Jesus. He was entirely withdrawn from all other concerns, and felt his soul cleaving to Christ, his Savior, in tender seriousness-thankful that such days have been set.

apart by the Church. "In praying that God would no longer delay exerting his power in the conversion of the Eastern nations, I felt emboldened," he observes, "to employ the most familiar petitions, by Isa. lxii, 6, 7. Blessed be God for those words. They are like a cordial to my spirits; because if the Lord is not pleased by me, or during my life-time, to call the Gentiles, yet he is not offended at my being urgent with him, that the kingdom of God may

come."

On the 19th April, Ceylon was discovered, which Mr. Martyn describes as presenting a long range of hills, running North and South, broken in a picturesque manner, though not lofty, with low lands between the hills and sea, covered with trees: and whilst the breezes from the Island regaled his senses with their soothing and refreshing fragrancy, his mind was filled with a train of delightful anticipations he was thinking of the time when the name of Jesus should be as ointment poured forth, in temples raised by Cingalese, amidst their cinnamon groves-and when supplications should there ascend, like clouds of incense, through the merits of the Redeemer.

The Sunday after this, presuming it would be the last, Mr. Martyn addressed the ship's company in a farewell discourse. The occasion, it might have been conceived, was such as to preclude any disposition to ridicule, even with men pre-eminently disposed to scoffing and contempt. But those who