“September 20th. This day six years I arrived in Calcutta: I scarcely know what to say or think of the time gone by. I feel myself an unprofitable servant. My coldness in prayer; my want of love to the Bible; my generally reading other books in its stead, oppress me with a sense of guilt. The favour shown me here is very humiliating, being so much more than I deserve. O God, give me grace to know and do thy will, and to delight in thy law!” Mr. Corrie’s departure from Vizagapatam is noticed as follows:-- “September 23rd. On board the ship Union, leaving Vizagapatam. Arrived here on the 6th, wrote to Mr. Pritchett, and went on shore by invitation, in the evening, to their family worship. I have been hospitably entertained ever since, at the mission-house, though owing to the lowness of the place, and consequent heat, I should have preferred a higher situation. I have observed in general that the missionaries are men of true piety, and of more candour than I expected: they receive ten pagodas per month from Government (a pitiful sum,) for which they officiate as Chaplain to the station; but do not baptize or marry. They have public worship in the court-house on Sunday, and at the house on top of the hill; the attendance is generally good.[83] I officiated at the latter place the two Sundays I was there. On Sunday last I administered the Lord’s Supper to twelve; and last night married a couple; baptized eight children, and preached in the court-house in the evening, and afterwards administered the Lord’s Supper to six.... “Though the missionaries are doubtless good men, yet I see decidedly the advantage men who have been brought up from youth with attention to learning, have over them. I suggested a native Christian school, and it will, I expect, be adopted; and according to my views of the subject, will supply a door of entrance among the heathen. May I remember their Christian love, and be excited to imitate it! May the remembrance of the attention shown me operate to render me more anxious to deserve it! “September 24th. Last night we were obliged to come to anchor off Vizagapatam. This morning a slight breeze sprung up; and we are now, 4 a. m. losing sight of hospitable Waltere. My heart, ever cleaving to creatures, viewed Mr. P’s house several times during the day, with regret at leaving it.... I know, O Lord, that thy salvation is life eternal, and that in thy light alone does light and joy appear to the soul. O Lord my God, lift upon me the light of thy countenance for the sake of thine Anointed!” The following are also extracts from Mr. C’s Journal:--