“Do thou the gracious harvest raise, And thine alone shall be the praise.” “Feb. 25th. This evening I went to see the Roman Catholic chapel, a small place of about eight feet square, surrounded with a veranda. A dish with spices, and another with flour, were placed on the altar. A Padre comes occasionally, but he has not been here for the last two years; he has baptized several native women connected with Europeans; but I cannot find that any other natives have been baptized by him. “Feb. 27th. Yesterday and to-day, I had an opportunity of talking with some poor women, Portuguese Roman Catholics, about Jesus Christ; and found some relief to my own mind in recommending Him to their regard. From one I learned (what indeed I had heard before) that at Bettiah, situate in what used to be the old kingdom of Nepaul, eight days’ journey inland from Chuprah, all the inhabitants are Roman Catholic christians: a padre resides amongst them, and they have a church. “March 8th. The week has passed with little profit. I received a letter from dear Martyn,[32] which comforted me not a little. On returning from public service, I found some earnestness in prayer to God for my flock; for the Church in India; and her ministers; for my dear relatives; for my former flock, and all who pray for me; but especially for my dear country, her government, her ministers, her people; and for all christians. After dinner I called in the Bettiah-christian,[33] and found him intelligent, and very attentive to his padre. He gave me the history of the creation and fall of man, with a mixture of fable, and some confusion in the connexion. He seems to know nothing experimentally of Christ; and, if I understood him rightly, considers that the sin of Adam, which fell upon his posterity, is removed by Christ; and that now by attending to the sacraments we obtain pardon of sin. God grant me wisdom to deal prudently with him: he appears sincere, but not very humble.