“Friday, Sept. 19th. I went on shore in the morning at Fulta, and sending some provisions on board to my chums, remained till flood-tide, which was not till two o’clock. My mind was much gratified with the scene; the green fields appearing here and there between the groves, were very much like scenes I remembered in England; many birds were singing much like the nightingale; herds of cattle, of the buffalo breed, with herdsmen tending them here and there on the bank. A dead body floating on the river created much horror in my mind; and the bird called the adjutant excited much surprise. At Fulta I found a very elegant inn, and accommodations very reasonable. Having placed a chair at the gate-way on the elevated situation on the bank of the river, the opposite bank appeared covered with villages, and the surface of the river with boats. I took out my bible, and read the 60th chapter of Isaiah. The precious promises of the enlargement of Christ’s Church came with much power to my mind; the last verse was very encouraging, and raised much joy, from the hope that I might be honoured to be one of ‘the little ones’ who should ‘become a thousand, and a strong nation.’ The prospect of all these swarms of people bowing to the sceptre and dominion of Jesus, filled my soul with exultation. I found much freedom in prayer, and spent some time in joy and rejoicing. The budgerow being much longer in coming up than was expected, occasioned great anxiety; and, to my shame be it spoken, impatience. O how fickle is my mind: but Jesus liveth, and He changeth not! Blessed be God for Jesus Christ! I came on board about two o’clock this afternoon; and we are now at anchor about ten miles below Calcutta.