The life of Rev. Henry Martyn : $b Written for the American Sunday School Union, with some account of Abdool Messeeh, a Hindoo convertHall, John
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The life of Rev. Henry Martyn : $b Written for the American Sunday School Union, with some account of Abdool Messeeh, a Hindoo convert
Hall, John
Abdool Messeeh, 1771 or 1772-1827; Martyn, Henry, 1781-1812
“_Sept. 9th._—As I had been thinking all night of a Hebrew letter,
I perceived little of the tediousness of the way. I tried also some
difficulties in the 16th Psalm, without being able to master them.
All day on the 15th and 16th Psalms, and gained some light into the
difficulties. The villagers not bringing the horses in time, we
were not able to go on at night; but I was not much concerned, as I
thereby gained some rest.
“_Sept. 10th._—All day at the village, writing down notes on the 15th
and 16th Psalms. Moved at midnight and arrived early in the morning
at Erivan.
“_Sept. 11th._—I alighted at Hosyn Khan, the governor’s palace, as
it may be called, for he seems to live in a style equal to that of
a prince. After sleeping two hours, I was summoned to his presence.
He at first took no notice of me, but continued reading his Koran.
After a compliment or two he resumed his devotions. The next ceremony
was to exchange a rich shawl dress for a still richer pelisse, on
pretence of its being cold. The next display was to call for his
physician, who, after respectfully feeling his pulse, stood on
one side: this was to show that he had a domestic physician. His
servants were most richly clad. My letter from the ambassador, which
till now had lain neglected on the ground, was opened and read by
a moonshee. He heard with great interest what Sir Gore had written
about the translation of the gospels. After this he was very kind
and attentive, and sent for Lieutenant M—— of the engineers, who
was stationed, with two serjeants, at this fort. In the afternoon,
the governor sent for me again in private. A fountain, in a basin
of white marble, was playing before him, and in its water grapes
and melons were cooling; two time-pieces were before him, to show
the approach of the time of lawful repast: below the window, at a
great depth, ran a broad and rapid stream, over rocks and stones,
under a bridge of two arches, producing an agreeable murmur: on the
other side of the river were gardens, and a rich plain; and directly
in front, Ararat. He was now entirely free from ceremony, but too
much fatigued to converse. I tried to begin a religious discussion,
by observing that ‘he was in one paradise now, and was in quest of
another hereafter,’ but this remark produced no effect.”
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