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friends, especially my dear brother Badcock. A child of God indeed is he, an Israelite indeed, in whom there is no guile. Never did I see any one who was more truly a meek and humble follower of the Lamb. He has long been walking with God in righteousness and huliness, and breathing a filial childlike affection to God in Christ. Often have I praised the Lord for providing this example of his truth — this simple proof of the effectual working of his grace, where the Divine image is reflected from a groundwork of gross material, and where the great Creator alone could have wrought so mighty a change.”
Sickness and famine.
My soul, wait thou only upon God; for my expectation is from him.
He only is my rock and my salvation : he is my defence; I shall not be moved,
In God is my salvation and my glory: the rock of my strength, and my refuge, is in God.
Trust in him at all times; ye people, pour out your heart before him: God is a refuge for us.—Psalm lxii. 5-8.
I sat in the orchard, and thought, with sweet comfort and peace, of my God; in solitude-my company, my friend, and comforter. Oh! when shall time give place to eternity? When shall appear that new heaven and new earth, wherein dwelleth righteousness? There, tbere shall in nowise enter in anything that defileth ; none of that wickedness that has made men worse than wild beasts; none of those corruptions that add still more to the miseries of mortality, shall be seen or heard of any more.-The last entry in the Journal of Henry Martyn.
The humidity of the climate and continual hardships began to tell on the health of the party. The first sufferer was Mr Williams himself; and the commencement of his illness is thus recorded:
Monday, February 25.-Obliged to lie by in consequence of a severe chill caught on Friday.
“ Wednesday, March 12.—I am just recovering from a severe illness, having been confined to bed and to the boat, with the exception of the last few days, during which I have been able to walk on the beach at favorable opportunities, since Monday the 25th of February. I caught a violent chill from putting on damp flannels, and having been for some time weakly and disordered through want of proper animal food—having it only twice a-week. Owing to the weakening and disturbing effect of a farinaceous diet, so long continued, when the cold attacked me it threatened at once to prostrate all my powers, and assumed an alarming aspect. But the hand of the Lord was graciously