In a letter to Mr. Brown, dated 6th. of April, after mentioning several of the foregoing particulars respecting the state of things at Chunar and Buxar, Mr. Corrie adds:-- “During the short stay I made at Gazeepore, I could find never a vestige of dear Martyn’s labours. One man expressed great love for his former pastor, but lamented that all are fallen into decay. Perhaps the latent spark may again be lighted up, if they again come under ‘the joyful sound;’ but, O, what are they doing at home, that none are found to come and help us?” The recurrence of his birth-day was not forgotten by Mr. C. as an occasion for self-examination and thanksgiving. “April 11th. Yesterday, I was thirty-five years old; the day did not pass unnoticed, though I fall sadly short in the spirit with which I would serve God at all times. I praise Him who hath kept me wonderfully of late, so that though I am conscious of many falls, yet he hath raised me up, and restored my soul, and made me watchful: I have devoted myself anew to the Lord my Saviour, and hope my conscience witnesses truly that to me to live is Christ, though in no one duty do I live as I ought: the heathen especially I would live and die with. I praise God who renews my bodily strength: to Him would I surrender myself. O give me to live more simply by faith in Jesus, and to live a life of closet communion with the Father and the Son!” In a like happy and watchful spirit, Mr. C. continued to pursue his journey:-- “Sunday, April 19th. During the last week, I have been in the Muta-bangha Nulla,[82] the shore on either side presents a gaudy, flattering view; I have in general been enabled to keep in mind the harbour of eternity, and trust to attain to the desired haven through the abounding grace of God the Saviour. This morning I was a good deal favoured in prayer; may the savour of thy grace, O Lord, remain with me! O how much to be desired are thy courts: how happy the men who, with joyful experience of thy grace are always praising Thee: one day, O Lord, in thy heavenly sanctuary, O how will it blot out the remembrance of all the trials and conflicts attending this militant state. “Tuesday. From the very winding course of the stream, we are not yet at Chinsurah: I hope to reach there this forenoon: yesterday I was unable to attend to any thing, and am much the same to-day: the journey thus finishes miserably. I forget mercies in a manner that ought to humble me exceedingly, and become in consequence, a prey to temptation. Instead of being thankful for preservation &c., I kick against the hand that upholds me, so that I must close with acknowledging it to be ‘of the Lord’s mercy that I am not consumed;’ and ‘what shall I render unto the Lord?’