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them the truths which they hated: yet I had no
species of hesitation about doing it. They had let
me know that if I would preach a sermon like one
of Blair's they should be glad to hear it, but they
would not attend if so much of hell was preached.
This morning again Captain *** said, 'Mr. Martyn
must not damn us to-day, or none will come again.'
I was a little disturbed; but Luke x, and, above
all, our Lord's last address to his disciples, (John
xiv, 16,) strengthened me. I took for my text Psal.
ix, 17.
'The wicked shall be turned into hell, and
all the nations that forget God.' The officers were
all behind my back, in order to have an opportunity
of retiring in case of dislike. B*** attended the
whole time. H***, as soon as he heard the text,
went back, and said he would hear no more about
hell; so he employed himself in feeding the geese.
* * * said I had shut him up in hell, and the univer-
sal cry was 'we are all to be damned.' However,
God, I trust, blessed the sermon to the good of many.
Some of the cadets, and many of the soldiers were
in tears. I felt an. ardor and vehemence in some
parts which are unusual with me.
After service,
walked the deck with Mrs. * * *: she spoke with
so much simplicity and amiable humility, that I was
full of joy and adoration to God for a sheep brought
home to his fold. In the afternoon went below, in-
tending to read to them at the hatchway, but there
was not one of them; so I could get nothing to do
among the poor soldiers."

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Sept. 23.-"We are just to the south of all Europe, and I bid adieu to it forever, without a wish of ever revisiting it, and still less with any desire of taking up my rest in the strange land to which I am going. Ah! no,--farewell perishing world! To me to live' shall be 'Christ.' I have nothing to do here, but to labor as a stranger, and by secret prayer and outward exertion, do as much as possible for the church of Christ and my own soul, till my eyes close in death, and my soul wings its way to a brighter world. Strengthen me, O God my Savior; that, whether living or dying, I may be thine."

Sept. 24.-"The determination with which I went to bed last night of devoting this day to prayer and fasting, I was enabled to put in execution.”

Sept. 25.--"Most of the morning employed in Hindoostanee-read Pilgrim's Progress and Baxter below. Had a long conversation with one of the Lascars."

Sept. 27.-"The oaths I heard on deck moved my indignation; but I recollected the words of the Macedonian in the dream, 'come over, and help us.' Probably there was no one that felt his need of help, but the holy Spirit put it in this engaging way, because they did request as much by their silent misery. So I thought that every oath they swore, was a call on me to help them. In the afternoon, I was told I could not go below, as there had been fires lighted to air the deck. Went, by way of changing the scene, in a boat to the Sarah Chris

tiana, about three miles off. It was a novel thing to be in a little boat in the midst of a great ocean. The nearest main land, Africa, was three hundred and fifty miles distant. I reflected without pain that England was eleven hundred miles off.”

Sept. 28.-"My thoughts were much engaged, as well as those about me, with the prospect of going on shore. They were doing nothing else for hours but looking out with their glasses for land. After dinner, on coming out, I saw the majestic heights of Porto Santo, distant about five or six leagues. Again I was disappointed in going below from the same cause. Was diverted from my proper work by looking at a Portuguese grammar. So astonishing is the weakness of my heart, every trifle has power to draw me from that communion with God which my better will chooses, as my best and beloved portion. O for the steady abiding under the shadow of the Almighty; and as the days pass on, and bring me nearer to the end of the things which are seen, so let me be more and more quickened, to be ready for the unseen world."

"By faith, I see the land

With peace and plenty blest;
A land of sacred liberty

And endless rest."

Mr. Martyn's diligence in his humble and despis ed ministrations amongst the soldiers in the ship with him, will not have escaped the attention of those who have read the above extracts. It will

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have been remarked, that there were not many days in which he remitted this work. Nor was his labor confined to the soldiers: their officers were addressed by him with equal earnestness, on every fair and favorable opportunity. With some he had frequent religious conversations. The cadets, also, he endeavored to "allure to brighter worlds;" and to shew that he had also their welfare in this world at heart, he offered gratuitously to instruct in mathematics as many as chose to come to him; an offer which several accepted: and, as if this were not enough to occupy his time, he undertook also to read French with another passenger, who was desirous of improvement in that language. He was willing to become all things to all men, that he might win some. How far it were wise in him to preach im mediately upon the awful subject of eternal misery, after an injunction to abstain from such a topic, is a question which may admit of a diversity of sentiment. Certain, however, it is, that men may be told "even weeping, that their end is destruction," and the temper by which Mr. Martyn was invariably characterized, leaves no room to doubt, but that his conduct in this instance was influenced by an imperious sense of duty, and by the tender overflowings of love.

The sight of a foreign land, where superstition held her dark and undisputed sway, naturally excited a new train of sensations in Mr. Martyn's mind, which he thus communicated from Funchal to a

near relation at Falmouth. "Yesterday morning we came to an anchor at this place. The craggy mountains, at the foot of which Funchal is situate, make a most grand and picturesque appearance. On entering the town, I was struck with the conviction of being in a foreign country. Every thing was different, the houses, even the poorest, all regular and stately-every where groves of orange and lemon trees-the countenances, and dress, and manners of the people different to those I had been used to-black-skirted Catholic priests, and nunlike women, with beads and a crucifix, passing in all directions. How would St. Paul have sighed in passing through this town, wholly given up to idolatry. I went to the great church, where they were performing high mass, and was perfectly dazzled with the golden splendor of the place. But all the external aids of devotion lost their usual effect upon me, while I contemplated the endless multitude of mountebank tricks the priests were exhibiting. Is it possible, thought I, this should be a Christian Church! There was no appearance of attention, except in one poor African woman, who was crossing herself repeatedly, with the utmost expression of contrition in her countenance. Perhaps, said I to her, in my mind, we shall meet in heaven.”

After remaining four days at Funchal, the fleet put to sea, information having been previously imparted to the army, that their object was the capture of the Cape of Good Hope, and that accordingly

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