REV. HENRY MARTYN, B.D. ' 



"place to eternity! When shall appear the new heaven and 

 " new earth, wherein dwelleth righteousness and love ! There 

 ' ' shall in nowise enter anything that defileth ; none of that 

 '* wickedness which has made man worse than wild beasts ; none 

 " of those corruptions, which add still more to the miseries of 

 "mortality, shall be seen or heard of anymore." Ten days 

 afterwards those aspirations were fulfilled. His body was laid 

 in the grave by the hands of strangers at Tocat, and to his 

 disembodied spirit was revealed that awful vision, which it is 

 given to the pure in heart, and to them alone, to contemplate. 



Amidst all the discords which agitate the Church of England, 

 her sons are unanimous in extolling the name of Henry Martyn. 

 And with reason ; for it is in fact the one heroic name which 

 adorns her annals from the days of Elizabeth to our own. Her 

 apostolic men, the Wesleys and Elliotts and Brainerds of other 

 times, either quitted, or were east out of her communion. Her 

 Acta Sanctorum maybe read from end to end with a dry eye and 

 an unquickened pulse. Henry Martyn, the learned and the 

 holy, translating the Scriptures in his solitary bungalow at 

 Dinapore, or preaching to a congregation of five hundred 

 beggars, or refuting the Mahommedan doctors at Shiraz, is the 

 bright exception. It is not the less bright, because he was 

 brought within the sphere of those secular infiuences which have so 

 often drawn down our Anglican worthies from the Empyrean 

 along which they would soar, to the levels, flat though fertile, 

 on which they must depasture. There is no concealing the 

 fact, that he annually received from the East Indian Company 

 an ugly allowance of twelve hundred pounds ; and though he would 

 be neither just nor prudent, who should ascribe to the attractive 

 force of that stipend one hour of Henry Martyn' s residence in 

 the east, yet the ideal would be better without it. Oppressively 

 conclusive as may be the arguments in favour of a well- 

 endowed and punctually paid "Establishment," they have 

 after all, an unpleasant earthly savour. One would not like to 

 discover that Polycarp, or Bernard, or Boniface, was waited on 

 every quarter-day by a plump bag of coin from the public 

 treasury. To receive a thousand rupees monthly from that 

 source, was perhaps the duty, it certainly was not the fault of 

 Henry Martyn. Yet it was a misfortune, and had been better 

 avoided if possible. 



