“_Things to be done if possible while at Sea._ “(1.) Get the list of the Books of the Bible by heart so as to facilitate reference to them. “(2.) Make all the progress I can in my Greek Grammar, that I may thus come into nearer contact with Jesus’s words of everlasting life. “(3.) Translate into Bengalee (prose or verse) those great thoughts of the Bible which move me most deeply. Above all, put them into Bengalee hymns, and so prepare in due time an original Bengal Hymn-Book. “_Direction of Letters._ “To the care of the Rev. C. H. A. Dall, Calcutta, India, Overland Mail, via Southampton. “When you reach Boston, you will find letters from Calcutta waiting you at the office of Dr. Miles, which is No. 21 Bromfield Street, Boston. “Ask any Boston friend to forward your letters, enclosed in his, and he will do it. Mrs. Dall will do it once a month, if you wish. “_I will remember daily_, “(1.) To _speak out_ clearly every word I wish to say, and look straight in the face of the person I speak to. “(2.) To say promptly, ‘Yes, sir,’ ‘No, sir,’ to every question. “(3.) To walk my full number (200, 300, 400,) of rounds on deck; exercise essential. “(4.) When any one speaks to me my first duty is to _look at him_ with respectful attention. “(5.) To practise writing my name after a good copy.” * * * * * In regard to carrying out the above rules successfully, the reader will understand it perfectly, when I say that as to the _first_, the ship rode on the blue waves of the Bay of Bengal, I felt sea-sick, and got rid of it only on the day when I arrived in Boston. Nearly _four months_, this great monarch, the most disagreeable of all diseases, had an undisputed sway over me. Occasionally, in very mild weather, I could walk a little and move about on the deck. My constitution is very peculiar,--I shall never get used to the sea. It seems to me that if I were forced to spend my life on the sea, it would be under constant sea-sickness. A trifling motion makes me sea-sick. I have frequently been made sick in riding in stages. On my way from Fitchburg to Templeton, by stage, I felt so miserable, that a good lady, Mrs. J----, kindly invited me to come to and spend the night at her house. It is customary in this country to offer the “rocking-chair” to a guest. I always refuse it with thanks, for fear of its making me sea-sick. On board the ship I could sit at the table at regular hours most of the time. Knowing that nothing but _land_ would cure this ugly feeling, I hoped that some provision, or water would be used up, and thus compel the captain to touch at some place for fresh supplies. But he had enough of everything.