But notwithstanding the means used by Mr. Corrie for the recovery of his health, it pleased God still to afflict him. The medical men accordingly continued to prohibit his performance of any public duty for at least six weeks or more. During this cessation from duty, he took advantage of a summons to marry a couple at Coel, to perform the greater part of the journey to that place by boat on the river, and purposed to spend a short time at Coel for the benefit of change of air. Many days, however, had not passed over before Mr. C. took cold, and his ‘frame began to sink and his spirits to languish.’ He therefore decided on returning to Cawnpore, and proposed taking Agra in his way, having been engaged to solemnize a marriage there. But before he reached Agra, the fever returned upon him with great violence, so that he was detained on the road and reduced to a state of extreme debility. Some account of this journey is given in a letter. TO THE REV. D. BROWN. “Coel, August 27, 1811. “I made a journey by water to this neighbourhood, and then by _dawk_ to this place. We convened the settlement for public worship on Sunday, and had evening service with the family. They are very kind to me, and I hope I help to remove the prejudices of some against the cause we wish to serve, by bringing before them sometimes the other side of the question about missions. The commanding officer here is an intelligent man; he favours the Bible Society, as you will know. I have lent him a copy of Martyn’s Hindoostanee New Testament: he says that he will have it copied and sent to the Portuguese, drummers, &c. He is somewhat acquainted with Persian and Arabic, and expresses himself gratified by what he has seen of the translation. “I ought to have written to Moonshee before this, but for a month I have not been near a post-office, except just in passing Futtyghur. I am greatly benefited by change of air, and hope my little flock are suffering no lack, through the kindness of Harrington and Sherwood. But I fear staying away longer than needful, and am now anxious to be at Cawnpore. “Agra, Saturday, 31st. I have had a severe attack of illness, which laid me up on the road to this [place]. A whole day I was in a wretched Bazaar, and learned something of the value of home and friends to a sick man. But my mind was undisturbed. “Lord, I believe thou hast prepared, Unworthy though I be, For me a blood-bought, free, reward A golden harp for me.”