their God. We had preached often; but upon this last Sabbath of our voyage God was speaking to all in a manner that could not be misunderstood.
[Note.—Time proved the conversion of our captain to have been no temporary excitement, but a true work of the Spirit of God. About a year after the departure of our good ship B—— from Madras, the same vessel, with the same commander, again furied her sails, and dropped her anchor in the roads. Hardly had the anchor touched bottom before our friend was on shore, and making his way toward the house of his missionary passengers. The warmth of his greeting showed that his heart was true. He had grown in grace, and was full of the deepest interest in our work among the heathen. The native Christians looked with astonishment upon a godly captain cheering them in their efforts to follow Christ, and he with delight upon converts from the idolatry of their nation. Upon his former arrival he had received from his wife a letter of congratulation upon his being rid of the missionaries, who, she knew, would be a source of great annoyance to him. During this visit he heard from her, that she also had resolved to serve the Lord, and with him travel the road to heaven. Again he left us, and again a third year found him in Madras, still growing in grace, and delighting in the society of Christian friends. Again he returned to India, but not to go again to his earthly home. He was cut down by cholera in Calcutta, and has gone, we cannot doubt, to be with Him whom, not having seen, he loved.
