PLACE OF HENRY MARTYN’S DEATH. 703 
pencil in a moment when totally unobserved, the jealousy with 
which a Frangy is regarded by the Turks increasing at every 
step towards the capital. At the north-eastern extremity of the 
city the river is crossed by a stone bridge of five arches; but a 
convenience never allowed to passengers except at seasons of 
thaw and violent rains, when the stream is unfordable. It was 
in this town our ever-memorable countryman, Henry Martyn 
closed his ministry on earth,—his pilgrimage of service to a dis¬ 
tant people, who, because they were men, “ he loved from afar 
as brothers,” and dedicated the bloom of his life and faculties to 
recover from error. But his zeal was beyond the strength of a 
naturally delicate constitution ; yet Providence supported him, 
till, his commission being performed in the gift of the Holy Scrip¬ 
tures to the nations of the East in their own languages, exhausted 
nature sunk under the apostolic labour, and in this place he was 
called to the rest of Heaven. He expired at Tokat, on the 16th 
of October 1812. His remains sleep in a grave as humble as 
his own meekness; but while that high pyramidal hill, marked 
with the mouldering ruins of heathen ages, points to the sky, 
every European traveller must see in it their honoured country¬ 
man’s monument. 
We left Tokat at four o’clock in the afternoon of the same day 
we entered it. Our way lay S. 70° W. and at the distance of 
two miles we recrossed the river; hence following the valley, 
rich in vineyards, gardens, and fields ; I may use the latter term, 
for here those delightful cultivated little tracts, which give so 
much the idea of home comfort, were divided by regular hedge¬ 
rows, in the same manner as in England. For full twenty 
miles we rode through this indeed “ pleasant vale,” keeping 
the Tokat-chai’s bright waters to our left. It is remarkable for an 
