“I send enclosed a letter to Martyn; if he is gone to sea, you will peruse it, and send it after him. The account of Fitrut and the translation, you are concerned in, as much as he is, and I shall give you an account of our progress from time to time. We are all here very busy in one way or other, but with all our bustle we should not be missed if taken away from the face of the earth. I trust, however, some seed is sowing, that may spring up another day. The half-caste lad, I have had now a year, during which, not one instance of misconduct has come to my hearing. Yesterday he seriously devoted himself to the work of a Missionary, after a free choice, on my part, given him, to be a writer, or any thing else, I could serve him in. He has begun to-day to learn Latin from Lieut. Harrington, who is teaching one of the officer’s sons, and an orphan European boy, Latin. He is now about eighteen; he is reading and writing Persian too, and learning to translate into Hindoostanee his native tongue. The other native boys make considerable proficiency. I keep a strict hand over them.” On the first day of the new year, Mr. Corrie again wrote to Mr. Martyn, but it was chiefly about private matters. The letter, however, to Mr. Brown, which enclosed that to Mr. M. is of more general interest. TO THE REV. D. BROWN. “Cawnpore, Jan. 1, 1811. “I send another note for Martyn. He tells me you must wait for paper from England before you can print the Hindoostanee. The late arrivals in our department are not favourable specimens of their labours at Cambridge and Leadenhall street. They are frightened, I fancy, by the Twinings,[72] &c.: but yet what can they do if men will not offer themselves? During my late journeys in these parts, I observed the idol-temples and the mosques, in most places falling to decay, and with little appearance of being frequented. Here and there a rich underling of some of the Company’s servants has retired and built a pagoda to commemorate his ill-gotten wealth; but in general, the spirit and fury of idolatry does not appear. I have thought much, if the time were but come for the labourers to enter in, the gospel would not fail to be attended to. But where are the labourers? At best, I was never but an under-servant, and now my hands are full of Europeans: and the Company’s Chaplains will always be so, unless there were more of them. May we have more of the spirit of prayer, that the Lord may ‘give the word,’ and then ‘great shall be the company of the preachers!’