“Many events have taken place since writing the above, which I would remember. We lay at Saugur till the 23rd. during that time I was much occupied about Mr. B. and cabins, &c. I had time, however, to get near some of those around me; our discourse was all upon religion: on the 23rd., we weighed anchor, and went down to the first buoy: on Sunday the 24th, owing to the confusion attending heaving the anchor, &c., we could not have worship. I employed myself most of the morning in reading Paley’s Sermons. Mr. B. was too ill to attend to any thing; about 2 o’clock on that day, as Mr. B. and I were talking, we perceived the ship to touch ground; and, after two or three scrapings of that kind, fairly stick fast: all appeared alarmed on deck; the masts were ready to go over-board, and the decks began to heave: during this time the rudder broke off: in about half an hour we were carried into deep water, but obliged to anchor, the ship being unmanageable: she was found to leak, and all hands ordered to the pumps: on her first striking, Mr. B. quietly observed, “It is the Lord, let him do as seemeth him good;” then quietly putting on his clothes, we came up into the captain’s cabin, and remained there all the time: on Monday, we attempted to float up with the tide, but the wind failing, the ship went toward the sand, and the anchor was lost: in consequence of this all became dismayed, and it was recommended that the Colonel and Lady Elizabeth Murray, with Mr. B. and myself, should go on board the pilot schooner; we went accordingly, but here great troubles awaited us. Mr. B. fainted through fatigue; and as there was only one private cabin, he would not take it, but remained on deck the whole of that day and night, and till the evening of Tuesday, when we were taken on board the Baring: here we had a quiet night, and next day Mr. B. appeared quite revived; but the following night, having got chilled in his sleep, he arose very unwell, and from what I observed, I first began to think he would not recover: on Friday, we got up to Fulta, where Mr. B. again appeared better, but having been worse during Saturday night, he resolved to come to Calcutta on Sunday, where he now is, in a very weak state, at Mr. Harrington’s. During all these changes, I have felt little of either hope or fear, pleasure or pain; the plague of a hard heart has seized me. God grant me never to think well of myself, till I can feel more of his hand in my daily history! This insensibility began on going on board the yacht, where my retirements were interrupted, and my time broken up; being hourly with Mr. B., and constantly on the watch to wait upon him, destroyed my time on board; and now, O Lord,