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this time, when I am led to think of jou and the family to which 

 you are united, and have been reading all your letters over, I 

 feel that I could dip my pen deep in melancholy ; for, strange as 

 it may seem to you, I love so true, that tho' it is now the fifth 

 year since I parted from the object of my affection, she is as 

 dear to me as ever ; yet on the other hand I find my present 

 freedom such a privilege that I would not lose it for hardly any 

 consideration. It is the impossibility of compassing every wish, 

 that I suppose is the cause of any uneasiness that I feel. I 

 know not how to express my thoughts respecting Lydia better 

 than in Martial's words — JYec tecum possum vivere nee sine te. 

 However, these are not my general sentiments ; it pleases Grod to 

 cause me to eat my meat with gladness, praising God. Almost 

 always I am without carefulness, as indeed it would be to my 

 shame if I were not. Having nothing on your part to answer, 

 my dear brother, I have no resource but egotism ; having told 

 you therefore how I am now, I have nothing else to say, but 

 what I have been doing since my last. I forget when I wrote to 

 you, but as I do not remember to have sent you anything since 

 my arrival at this station, I will commence the extracts from my 

 Journal from the date of leaving Danapore. 



April 16th. Preached my farewell sermon to the Europeans. 

 Many wept, but it was more for the loss of the minister of the 

 ordinances than for the ordinances themselves. Since my 

 departure no chaplain has been sent there, but the little flock 

 from H.M. 67th still meet every night, and send me accounts 

 from time to time how they go on. 



17. Captain Eochfort, 67th, Lieutenant Fitzgerald, M'Donald 

 and Dunbar, all true soldiers of Jesus Christ, I hope, took leave 

 of me with great affection. 



18. Set out before day, and at sunrise crossed the Soane, at 

 ten reached Arra, where I spent the remainder of the day with 

 the Judge — had frequent opportunities of speaking to his family 

 on eternal things — left them a " Pilgrim's Progress," and 

 prosecuted my journey at sunset ; travelled all night and arrived 

 at Buxar on morning of 1 9th, spent the day with Colonel Toone, 

 to whose daughter I had before given the Christian Rememhrancer, 

 — the very one that Mrs. H. N. Hitchins gave me. I have been 

 obliged to do this with many of my keepsakes. In the evening 



