holy enjoyments which convinced him that he was born of God.

As soon as he was sufficiently recovered he was again at his post, kneeling beside the hammocks of the dying, and amongst those who then required his attention was the captain of the ship, whose illness quickly proved fatal.

In his sermon, preached on the last Sunday of this year, Mr. Martyn addressed his hearers from 2 Peter iii. 11. "Seeing then that all these things shall be dissolved, what manner of persons ought ye to be in all holy conversation and godliness." He took occasion to refer to their departure from England, to their having passed through so many perils, to their being many of them about to meet an enemy in the field, and, as especially opportune, to the death of their captain.

"On the 3rd of January, 1806, the fleet anchored, and instantly the signal was given for the soldiers to land. The men-of-war drew up close to the shore, and a landing was effected; poor Martyn was not a little affected at the dreadful levity concerning death which almost universally prevailed. From a few of the soldiers of his own ship he was enabled to receive a last affecting look when they were in the boats; and so immediately after a landing was effected did the battle ensue, that, on the next day, soon after seven o'clock, a most tremendous fire of artillery began behind a mountain abreast of the ships. It seemed as if the mountain itself was torn by intestine convulsions. The smoke rose from a lesser eminence on the right of the hill, and, on the top of it, troops were seen marching down the farther declivity. Then came such a long drawn fire of musketry, that I

could not," Mr. Martyn says, "conceive anything like it. We all shuddered at considering what a multitude of souls must be passing into eternity. The poor ladies were in a dreadful condition; every peal seemed to go through their hearts. I have just been endeavouring to do what I can to keep up their spirits. The sound is now retiring, and the enemy are seen retreating along the low ground on the right, towards the town."

With the hope of being useful to the wounded and dying in the field of battle, Mr. Martyn went on shore, and a long and very interesting letter, written by him to Mr. Simeon on the occasion, is inserted in his Memoirs. Towards the end of the letter he says, "Mournful as the scene was, I yet thanked God that he had brought me to see a specimen, though a terrible one, of what men by nature are. May the remembrance of this day ever excite me to pray and labour more for the propagation of the Gospel of peace. Then shall men love one another. Nation shall not lift up sword against nation, neither shall they learn war any more." If such were the reflections which suggested themselves to Mr. Martyn on this occasion, what words would he have found to express his emotions had he witnessed the scenes which the invasion of the Crimea has presented, not only to the beholder, but to the horror-stricken world! As apposite to these, it never can be uninteresting to introduce in this place the subjoined note, derived from the communication of "A Chaplain in the Field of Battle" to the Editor of a contemporary newspaper.

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* The Rev. George Lawless, A.M., Assistant Chaplain to the Second Division of the British Forces in the East, in a letter, dated November 7th, 1854, says:

During his short stay at the Cape, Mr. Martyn was so fortunate as to meet with several missionaries, who gathered around him, regardless of their respective religious denominations, and well satisfied at their being all sent on the same errand of salvation to the benighted heathen. He mentions with particular pleasure two of these, Dr. Vanderkemp and Mr. Read. "The cir

"What a Sunday! I set out this morning from Balaklava, hoping to attend Sunday service in the camp. When I got close to the outlet of the town leading to the camp, Colonel Davenoy, the commandant, replied to my enquiry, 'Is the road open?' 'I cannot answer for that-I rather fear not.' I rode on, however, and found that there had been no attack in the neighbourhood of Balaklava, or near the road to the camp. Arrived at the high table land, which commences about midway between Balaklava and our front, the continuous discharge of cannon and close incessant rattle of musketry, told plainly that fearful work was going on. The weeping mists of that morning drew a veil over the scene, but as I rode onward towards the right it became revealed, first in the numbers of the French wounded (many of the poor fellows walking calmly while slowly dragging their wounded limbs along, others borne on litters), whom I passed. I found that the field hospitals of the Second Division had retired from their former position. Oh! what a sad spectacle was now before my eyes! Groups every moment increasing of wounded men and officers of the several regiments of the division spread upon the ground, their respective surgeons with gory hands busily and anxiously performing their labours; many of the poor sufferers consoling themselves as they best could for the loss of the shattered parts which had just been amputated; some others clamouring to have a tortured limb cut off; but the great majority making little of their own wounds by comparison with the worse cases they saw around them. Many a one seemed to have an ear to hear,' and joined fervently in prayer, some that, if spared, they might realize the blessing of entering into life maimed.' Several, while conscious that their wound was mortal, exhibited the greatest patience under agony, and expressed meek and humble, but cheerful and hearty faith, in their Lord and Saviour. Besides the mournful scene before my eyes, each moment brought to the ear some sad tidings of killed or wounded. After two or three hours spent in that assemblage of the wounded, I thought it time to visit some of the other sufferers who were in various parts of the camp. They were so distant and scattered I could not find them all. Poor Colonel Carpenter, of the 41st, was dreadfully wounded. He received me most warmly. He appeared quite aware of the dangerous condition he was in, and gave utterance to a long and fervid prayer.

cumstance," he says in his journal, "of meeting with these beloved and highly honoured brethren, so filled me with joy and gratitude for the goodness of God's providence, that I hardly knew what to do." There was, in fact, in Martyn, as in Bishop Heber, a perennial spirit of Christian charity and brotherly love, combined with their ardent zeal, which brought them into immediate

I could not restrain him from speaking. At last he seemed exhausted, and next day he died. My next visit was to Major Dalton, of the 49th, who had succeeded to the command of the regiment. Poor Major Dalton was pierced through the stomach. He was very weak, expressed anxiety about his poor wife and children.' He joined fervently in prayer, casting his care upon God, and declared his trust in the Saviour. He was calm and resigned, but in extreme pain. He did not survive many hours. I went next in quest of General Adams, and found him in great pain from a musket wound through the ankle. He bore the pain and expressed himself as a Christian. A servant of Colonel Blair, of the Scots Fusilier Guards, coming in anxious search of their chaplain of the First Division (Mr. Halpin), who had just gone away upon another melancholy visit, I felt called on to go. I found poor Colonel Blair in great pain, and breathing with difficulty, not expecting to survive the night. He had been wounded through the stomach. He was in deep concern for his soul, and timidly desirous to lay hold of the hope for sinners. He joined earnestly in prayer. Oh! how solemn to witness the soul's anxiety in its fast ebbing moments! and how anxious the ministerial task (in so sudden a call) to guard against a false peace, and yet not withhold the free promise of perfect peace through Christ! On Monday, the whole day, from half-past nine to half-past three o'clock, was occupied with funerals, in widely-separated places. I performed the burial service over-41st Regiment, four officers, a sergeant, and two men, all laid in one grave; 49th, Major Dalton and Mr. Armstrong, Adjutant; 30th, Mr. (Captain ?) Conolly. I had seen him and prayed with him on Sunday morning, after he had received his wound. He warmly yet humbly expressed his confidence in the Saviour. He was in excruciating pain, which he bore calmly; and he remarked how similar his case was to that of his brother (shot on the 26th through the lungs), except that his wound was through the intestines, and more likely to be fatal. His brother, of the 49th, was going on favourably, but I fear that the shock of his brother's death may be against his recovery. They were both pious men, sons of the late Colonel Conolly, M.P. On Tuesday I visited a ship full of wounded (the Talavera), including six officers. There was many a case of excessive suffering, and many, I trust, of repentance and faith."

fellowship with all who named the name of Christ in sincerity and truth. Christ was ever in their hearts, and

the Bible was their Polar Star. Both were ministers and stewards of God's holy mysteries, and both were of the Church of England; they were, therefore, themselves clad in the full armour of faith, and, well knowing the full import of the words Holy Catholic Church, they could afford to embrace all who met them on the general terms of Gospel recognition. What our blessed Lord said to Martha, he says to all, "Whosoever liveth and believeth in me shall never die. Believest thou this ?"John xi. 26. Can there be a doubt that such a question was implied in this intercourse of Martyn with his brother missionaries, or that each would have replied to Jesus, as Martha did, "Yea, Lord! I believe that thou art the Christ, the Son of God, which should come into the world?")

Controversial questions cannot be kept too much out of sight by Missionaries either in their intercourse with one another, or with the heathen. Their rule should be to preach Christ crucified with the utmost simplicity consistent with sound doctrine. If this rule were attended to in the Church of England, and such portions of our Prayer Book were omitted as do not directly appertain to the inculcation and maintenance of true religion, what a discouragement would be removed from this glorious accompaniment of the Bible! What a relief would it be to the Missionary from our Church!

Should these remarks appear to be somewhat out of place, I can only say that I was led to make them from reflecting on the gratifying meeting of Mr. Martyn and