From a solitary walk on the banks of the river I had just
returned to my dreary rooms, and with the reflection that just
at this time of the day I could be thankful for a companion, was
taking up the flute to remind myself of your social meetings in
worship, when your two packages of letters, which had arrived in
my absence, were brought to me. For the contents of them, all I
can say is, Bless the Lord, O my soul, and all that is within me
bless His holy name! The arrival of another dear brother, and
the joy you so largely partake of in fellowship with God and
with one another, act as a cordial to my soul. They show me what
I want to learn, that the Lord God Omnipotent reigneth, and
that they that keep the faith of Jesus are those only whom God
visits with His strong consolations. I want to keep in view that
our God is the God of the whole earth, and that the heathen are
given to His exalted Son, the uttermost parts of the earth for a
possession.
Continually his love of music breaks forth alike for the worship of God
and the association of friendship and affection. His correspondence with
Brown was regular, but as that of a son with a father. His letters to
Corrie, his old Cambridge junior, are frank and free. His joy was great
when Corrie was stationed at the rock-fortress of Chunar, not very far
from Dinapore, so that they occasionally met and officiated for each
other. But up to this time his chief, his almost fearful human, delight
was to think of Lydia by night and by day.
_1806, December 10._--A dream last night was so like reality,
and the impression after it was so deep upon my spirits, that I
must record the date of it. It was about Lydia. I dreamt that
she had arrived, but that after some conversation I said to her,
'I know this is a dream; it is too soon after my letter for you
to have come.' Alas! it is only a dream; and with this I awoke,
and sighed to think that it was indeed only a dream. Perhaps all
my hope about her is but a dream! Yet be it so; whatever God
shall appoint must be good for us both, and with that I will
endeavour to be tranquil and happy, pursuing my way through the
wilderness with equal steadiness, whether with or without a
companion.
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