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that they, who objected to my preaching among the heathen, did 

 not know the true spirit of the Grospel. Yet I have no reason 

 to believe that he loves the Gospel, and unhappily he does not 

 know enough of French to enable us to speak freely on any 

 subject. Yesterday I dined with him — and in the cool of the 

 evening walked out to see his plantations. A tropical garden, 

 as you may imagine, afforded me all the amusement which 

 novelty can inspire ; nuts, pine-apples, water melons, coffee, 

 chocolate, cotton, pepper, plantains, olives, were growing in rich 

 profusion. The plantations included two small hiUs and a valley 

 between them, which was watered by fine streams of water. 

 Next Monday we mean (D.V.) to penetrate a little into the 

 interior to see the sugar plantations. From the Cape or Buenos 

 Ayres, whichever it be we are going against, I hope to write 

 again to my dear cousin Emma. With respect to your sister — 

 send her my most affectionate remembrances, — my tender regard 

 for her is, I suppose, unalterable, but blessed be His name, He 

 has given me a happy contentment in the thought of dying 

 without seeing any of you any more. ■* God bless you all. 



Cousin T. and you, I consider, you know, as one ; therefore I 

 do not make particular mention of him — under many characters 

 he has a place in my prayers. Remember me kindly to 

 Eichard, the family at St. Hilary, Fortescue, Mrs. Millett, ^jour 

 mother — if she considers me as now at a sufficient distance, — Mr. 

 Wilson, Lieut, and Mrs. Wynter, and my friends at Dock. I could 

 send you a sheet or two more with pleasure, had I time, and 

 were it not needless expense to you. Let me beg you to begin a 

 letter at once to me — by adding a little now and then when you 

 think of me, you will soon have a large packet to send. The sim- 

 plest narrative in the world will delight me, — what texts cousin T. 

 preached on — what sick he went to see — and a thousand name- 

 less little occurrences will present a living picture of you to my 

 mind. Can you send me by Mr. Corrie,t or by any other means, 

 your profile, and cousin Tom's and Lydia's ? If she would 

 consent to it, I should wish much for her miniature. The 

 expense attending it should be defrayed by Simeon, who is good 

 enough to be my agent. A storm of thunder and lightning is 



* See Journal Nov. 18, 1805, or Memoirs, Sfc, p. 140. 



f Brotliei" of the present Master of Jesus College, Cambridge, and afterwards 

 Bishop of Madras, who joined with Martyn in translating the Anglican Liturgy 

 into Hindoostanee. 



