Darapoorum, January 25.

My journal, like myself, is almost exhausted, and under the express orders of my medical adviser, I am making the best of my way to the hills. During my brief halt at Madura I held a confirmation, and preached in the very neat and pretty little Church belonging to the Society for the Propagation of the Gospel in Foreign Parts, to a most attentive, and for the place large congregation. There were about thirty candidates. Our Mission there is small, the ground having been previously occupied by those excellent men the American Missionaries, whose labours for the education of the natives are incessant, and have been blessed with great success. At the request of Mr. Ward, I visited their English school, which appears in admirable order. Our own clergyman Mr. Hubbard has also a large and flourishing school, considering the extent of his native congregation; and I have every reason to believe that his ministry is acceptable to the British and East Indian residents. As I have already attempted to give some account of

Madura in a former journal, I shall only say that I revisited its ruins, the finest in southern India, with if possible increased interest.

The road from Madura to Dindigul passes through some picturesque though not rich country, and the situation of the latter place, with its grand rock and fortress, a miniature Gibraltar, is very striking. Here again I held a confirmation, and admitted forty-seven candidates to the Apostolic rite. I addressed the poor natives as usual, but was too weak and exhausted to preach at our English service, by which, however, I gained the opportunity of hearing an excellent sermon from Mr. Jones on the Apostolic precept, "Let your moderation be known unto all men. The Lord is at hand." Alas! the Apostle's warning was that very day brought awfully home to my mind, as I received the intelligence of the sudden summons to another world of our kind-hearted and truly estimable commander-in-chief, Sir Samford Whittingham. My acquaintance with him was slight, but sufficient to give me a very high respect for his character. These visitations of the Almighty preach most solemnly to

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us all, that the Son of man stands at the door and knocks. May we all "give diligence to make our calling and election sure," that we may be prepared to say, "Even so, come, Lord Jesus!"

Here also the American Missionaries have established themselves, and are doing much good. One of these devoted men, Mr. Lawrence, has built here a remarkably pretty Church, which without being guilty of the sin of envy, I may perhaps be permitted to wish was ours, as we have none at the station. Our little congregation at Dindigul is under the care of a son of my truly venerable friend Mr. Kohlhoff, who I trust and believe will walk in his father's steps. He has also one or two small congregations in the neighbourhood; but my state of health would not admit of my visiting them.

The fort of Dindigul contains very extensive and well arranged barracks, and is amply supplied with water. Among the dismounted guns were some which I imagine to be Spanish. The view from the rock is fine, and the Church

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tower rising from among the houses gives the town an European appearance, very welcome to the eye of a wanderer in India. There are many Roman Catholics there, under the charge of a French priest.

Compelled by the state of my health to hasten onwards as speedily as possible, I left Dindigul last night; and after another fourteen hours' jumbling in my palanquin, reached this place, where I am quite alone, having parted from my travelling companions, who are bound for Trichinopoly. I ought to have gone thither myself, as there are several matters connected with our mission there which require to be set in order, had my strength admitted of it; but this is quite out of my power, and the warnings I have received are so distinct, that I cannot now mistake the course which duty prescribes

to me.

I feel and freely acknowledge that I have done very little during this visitation in my Master's service; and can only pray that, as the "willing mind" has not been wanting, all my deficiencies will be mercifully pardoned by

Him, whose providence has permitted me, sinful, weak, and incompetent as I am, to exercise this office and ministry.

Coimbatore, 26.

Another fatiguing night's journey has brought me hither: and when I opened my eyes this morning upon the glorious Neilgherries, I felt thankful indeed. I pant for home, “as the hart desireth the water-brook."

Kotagherry, January 27.

Thanks be to God! I am at home again.