There is an American mission in this place, which I am assured is in a flourishing state, and has been the means, under God, of bringing upwards of seventy souls to Christ. The reverend missionaries were kind enough to call upon me, and I hope to be permitted to visit their establishment on my way back from Jaulnah.

Bustipoor, February 2nd.—As I ride along at night in India, I often realize to myself some of the many deep feelings which filled the heart of David when looking at God's works of wonder and love. "I will consider thy heavens, even the works of thy fingers, the moon and stars, which Thou hast ordained. What is man, that Thou art mindful of him? and the son of man, that Thou regardest him?" How utterly insignificant I feel in comparison with those bright creatures so far above me; and yet God careth

for me, it may be even more than for them. I know at least how past all human comprehension He loved me, for "He sent his only begotten Son into the world," that I might "live through Him." What a vast conception of man's dignity and exceeding sinfulness is suggested to us by this fact!

I am most thankful to Providence that I have been permitted to make this journey. It has been the means to me of learning something, and I may venture to hope, of doing some good. It has made me also a more thoughtful man than I was. Much of my time passed alone, and I think I have learned to turn my solitude to some account by studying God's word and my own heart. The mercies, too, which have followed me throughout my long journey make me feel that I am, as all men are, though unhappily all do not know, or at least do not acknowledge it, the object of providential protection. "Thou knowest my downsitting and mine uprising; Thou compassest my path and my lying down." This teaches us indeed God's loving care; but He has another peculiar and awful attribute, on which we cannot dwell too often or too earnestly: "Thou art acquainted with all my ways. There is not a word in my tongue, but, lo, O Lord, Thou knowest it altogether. Thou understandest my thoughts afar off!"

Tokah, February 3rd.-A ride of eighteen miles brought us last night in the sweet moon

light, to this place, and very beautiful it looked. It is the frontier town between the Bombay territory and the country of the Nizam, from which it is separated by the Godavery, a deep and dangerous looking river. A handsome broad staircase or ghaut leads down to the holy water, and above it towers a huge pile, which appears like Windsor, palace and castle united. The Pera, a tributary of the Godavery, flows on one side of it. I have not yet been able to learn its history. The difficulty of obtaining correct information is in this country very great, the people being ignorant of facts, and the traveller still more ignorant of their language. I walked this morning to the pagoda, the stone-work of which is handsome, but disfigured by innumerable gaudily painted figures. Among them is that of a proud looking man, in a chair of state, with another prostrate at his feet, and kissing them.

The town is rather large, but as compact as a wasp's nest, one house running into the next in such a way that you may pass with ease under cover from one to another, and the streets are so narrow, that the extent of your arms

will

span

them. The houses are very well built, and men, horses, and cows, occupy them as

common property.

I watched a Hindoo this morning making his devotions, until I had not patience to watch him any longer. For a full quarter of an hour he was employed in throwing himself on his stomach, and kissing the ground, springing up with marvellous agility, at the same time clasping his hands, and then down again on his stomach. I never saw such active perseverance in genuflexions and jumpings: it must be excellent exercise for opening the chest and strengthening the limbs.

On our road yesterday we were attracted by the old castle at Hourah, quite a baronial building, and were kindly welcomed into it by a goodnatured personage, whose quality I could not make out, but who called himself Mahomed Khan, and exhibited some very strong testimonials from British officers, to whom he had in some way rendered service.

The distance is so great from one Christian station to another, that when on visitation I am often obliged to pass ten days in a tent to one

with my countrymen; and my diocese is so vast, that those whom I see to-day I may not see again for years. I feel it, therefore, my duty to endeavour to make up, by frequently writing, for the not doing the little good that I might do were it physically possible for me to be often among all for whom I must watch. Under this impression I wrote this morning the following letter to one in whose spiritual welfare I take a very warm interest.

"MY DEAR MR.

"I have not forgotten the pleasant, cheerful, open-hearted days we passed together at

·; still less have I forgotten the earnest conversations you held with me on the subject so immeasurably the most interesting to Christians, the truth as it is in Jesus Christ, and the whole counsel of God in Him towards us sinners: and I have often thought of the ingenuous and confiding manner in which you spoke to me, and sought from me, as your Bishop, an explanation of some difficulties which lay in your way.

"I am not so self-deceived, or so self-satisfied,