şion gathered into the garner of the Lord. In the same journey he caught a cold, that was never afterwards removed. Referring to this period, and to other circumstances, he thus wrote to Mr. Peggs:

Sept. 10th, 1827.—Mrs. B. and I went to Ganjam, where we remained six or seven weeks, and then went to Berhampore. At Ganjam I caught a bad cold, and have, perhaps, never been free from a cough since. The cough, in part, induced me to remain at Berhampore all the cold season, instead of travelling about as I had intended, and on two occasions since it has stopped my preaching for more than a month each time. I however began again twelve days ago, and have preached, I hope, without hurting myself, every other evening.

Sept. 29th.-I am now glad to say that I preached both last evening and this, and I hope without injury. The natives often seem desirous of having our religion exhibited in a more tangible form than it appears in the common course of our ministry, which is particularly intended to pro duce repentance and faith; and I have, by desire of the Conference, written a tract, to show them what our religion is externally. It includes Baptism, the Lord's Supper, the Lord's Day, Prayer, Singing, Reading the Scrip tures, Fasting, and propagating Christianity by Preaching. All these are explained, with their design and use, and the tract closes with showing that these must not be depended on for salvation; that without suitable dispo sitions they are of no use at all; and a brief exhibition of salvation by Jesus Christ: I have almost translated it. I hope my brethren are growing in grace; and looking at the subject for myself, yesterday, I thought that in some things, I gained ground, and in others it was, at best, doubtful."

"In labours," Mr. Bampton had hitherto been "more abundant," but his health now began to fail. To this subject he refers, under date, May 8, 1828.

"MY DEAR BROTHER,

"I suppose you complain of my not writing, and I have no excuse to offer, but a weary land and a good deal of work. May I be kept from idleness, a vice which the worthy Dr. Carey told me he had had to contend with all his life. My health is not so good as it has been, as I have been troubled more or less, for a long time, with a cough. I have not been without serious apprehensions of its issuing in a consumption, and I am not now rid of it, though I hope it is declining. During thirty-four days, lately, I did not preach, but I began again a fortnight or three weeks ago, and do a little rather carefully every day. On the whole, I hope the Lord's design is to make me a partaker of his holiness, and fit me for greater usefulness.

"I sometimes feel on the point of expecting great things, and if we can rise to that I believe we shall see them. B- -'s fervour, faith, and suc cess in prayer, are wonderfully encouraging; and I really think that if there were many such men as he to wrestle for the heathen, earth, if not hell, would be astounded at the results. 'Ye have not, because ye ask not.' And if once a majority, or even less, of the church, would pray for the con version of the heathen, as they pray sometimes, for, perhaps, temporal blessings, I should expect to see the heathen turn to God, by hundreds and by thousands. Our language here, methinks should be, I will not let thee go except thou bless me.' Depend upon it, my brother, God is infinitely more concerned about the heathen, than all the Christian community put together; and if we did but care enough about it he would largely own

our labours. I confess I have been helped forward in some of these views by brother Cropper; he is now with us, and desires me to say that he has lately written to you."

The illness which terminated the course of this devoted Missionary was long and lingering. At times hopes were experienced of his restoration, but these hopes, like gleams of sunshine in a stormy day, soon disappeared. In 1828 and 1829, he and Mrs. B. spent several months at the house of a friend in Calcutta, in order to enjoy the best medical advice; and went several weeks on board a pilot schooner, in hope that the sea air might check his complaint. Still his disease made slow but sure advances, and gave still less hope of final recovery. In the autumn of 1829, therefore, he and Mrs. Bampton returned, by sea, to Pooree, where his health, for a short time, seemed to improve; but it soon failed again, and continued gradually to decline. In various published letters, different statements have been made respecting the state of Mr. Bampton's mind when drawing near eternity. Perhaps the following extracts may here with propriety be introduced. About a year and a half

before his death he wrote,

"On the whole, the advantages of the affliction have been so much greater than the disadvantages, that I cannot do otherwise than acknowledge that the Lord hath dealt bountifully with me; and I feel encouraged to expect, that however the trial may terminate, I shall eventually confess that he hath done all things well. Yes, I expect to praise him in heaven for this affliction, and from this expectation an easy inference is, that I ought to praise him here. This, my dear brother, I see, and, in a great measure, feel. I should indeed be glad to spend thirty more years in earnest Missionary labours; but if it be the will of God, now to call me home, I cordially acquiesce."

In March, 1830, he thus wrote to his beloved fellow-labourer at Cuttack:

"Yesterday and to-day I coughed less than usual, but for some time past, I think my cough has been worse than ever before, and it, with a daily fever, shakes me considerably. I do not know whether constant uneasiness is much more easily borne than real pain. Almost every thing in the world loses much of its value because I cannot enjoy it. At the age of forty-three the days are come and the years draw nigh, in which I must say, I have scarcely any pleasure in them; my strength, like that of a man of eighty, is labour and sorrow. My general opinion is that the disease will finally master me; and then, I trust, I shall be at rest. The Gospel remains the same, but it is with difficulty that I can apply my feverish mind to divine things, sufficiently to enjoy all the consolation they would probably afford in other circumstances. I can cleave to the Saviour, but I cannot soar aloft. Well, the Lord is, notwithstanding all, doing what is right, and what I shall hereafter rejoice on account of."

In May, of the same year, Mr. Lacey observes of him,—

"He now admits that his complaint is a consumption, and he also is convinced that the time of his departure is not far distant. There is only one thing which our dear Bampton seems unwilling to leave, and that is his work. Not a man in the whole world can fill his place for years; and how much has

he desired and sought the salvation of the poor Oriyas! yet he is endea vouring to reconcile his mind to this. He frequently gives me intimations that he is fully aware of his circumstances, and contemplates them, and the result to which they are leading him, with perfect composure. His hand is fastened on the skies; he smiles at all before him, and triumphs over all through the Saviour's blood. He will work till he dies, or very nearly so. He visits the bazar, though he can hardly get on and off his horse he has his chair carried, on which he sits in the street, and from which he talks to the people. He is cheerful and pleasant, and dissipates the gloom and melancholy so natural in such a condition, to all who live in the same house."

From this period Mr. Bampton continued to decline, till, on December 17, 1830, he peacefully exchanged time for eternity-the labours and reproaches of earth, for the peace and triumph of heaven; and scenes, dark with all the horrid defilement of idolatry and human depravity in their blackest forms, for the blissful scenes of celestial holiness and love. The following account of the conclusion of his mortal pilgrimage, is from the pen of Mr. Lacey, under date of December 18, 1830.

"It seems to be my lot to bury our beloved dead, and to report their death and burial to you. It is now my painful duty to inform you of the death of our long-afflicted and greatly loved Bampton; yes, he is gone at last! gone to Jesus, whom having not seen he loved-gone to be with his Lord, and where He is, there is fulness of joy ;-gone to receive the reward of his privations and labours here-gone to hear the Redeemer say, 'Well done, good and faithful servant; thou hast been faithful over a few things, I will make thee ruler over many, enter thou into the joy of thy Lord.'-Gone to join Charlotte Sutton, dear Joshua, and brother Allsop, in glory-O I can conceive of him now, having just emerged from the gloom of death into the light of life, surrounded with the light and glory of heaven-His Saviour smiles upon him-the glorified friends who loved him on earth, joyfully crowd around him to hear all the way through which he has been led to their bright abodes; while adoring angels at distance wondering stand.

"O blessed interview, how sweet!

"But you wish to know something of his state of mind-And here very little can be said. Such was the effect the disease had upon his mind, that not only could he not bear any company besides that of Mrs. B., but he was in a great measure incapacitated for all mental exercises and spiritual conversation. He said very little indeed about his feelings in regard to religion, and what was said was to Mrs. B. However, though little, he said sufficient to satisfy us as to the security of his immortal soul. He had long been convinced that he should die, and indeed in submission to his Heavenly Father's will, he had long wished for his release, that he might soar to glory. Towards the last he often said, 'Though painful at present, it will cease,' not ''twill cease before long,' because, said he, 'I do not know that it will cease before long,'-but, 'It will cease.'-This bore him up under present uneasiness and painful suspense. He sometimes uttered his complaints to his God, in the first two verses of the 38th Psalm, which he desired Mrs. Bampton to read to him. When he was drawing near his end, Mrs. B. said to him, 'What art thou lifting up thine eyes for?' when he replied, 'I shall lift up my soul soon. The nurse asked him how he was, and he answered, I am going to Heaven.' Talking about his body being laid near to Mrs. Sutton's, he appeared indifferent to that, but said, 'I shall see her in glory soon.' While Sister B. held his head on her bosom, she asked

him, 'Is Jesus precious to you?' he could not speak, but turning his eyes to wards her with a sweet complaisant smile, nodded assent. He had been anxious about the disposal of his body, but at last he quite cast it off, and left off caring about it. Sister B. said to him, ‘Thou art going to Heaven!" He briskly and cheerfully said, 'I hope so.' These remarks from Wm. Bampton are sufficient to convince those who knew him that all was well, particularly when it is considered that his religion consisted not so much in feelings and frames, as in a well-informed, and well-grounded confidence in Divine promises, which yielded him a peace and satisfaction, equally remo ved from doubts and fears, as from the high-toned joy which characterize some Christians, whose faith is far less well founded; not that it is not impossible and desirable to have a triumphant dismissal from life, but it is much less so than an experience like that of dear Bampton. On the 15th I received an express to come off to Pooree immediately: however I could not leave Cuttack till 6 o'clock on Friday morning, the 17th, and I arrived at Pooree next morning early. I found Sister B. of course involved in grief, but greatly supported, and participation soon lightened her burdened mind. Our late brother then occupied his last lodgment,—his coffin on the bed. As he was greatly reduced, and the season was cold and clear, we did not attempt to have the funeral till the evening. About 5 o'clock, I with a low-caste servant placed the coffin on a hackery, and we (i. e. myself, the Doctor, and three other gentlemen of the station, with some writers) proceeded towards the grave-yard, and there deposited the remains. There he lies, till the morning of the Resurrection. Then he must arise," and justify the ways of God" to thousands, among whom he has exercised, as far as their salvation is concerned, an unavailing ministry. Endeavoured to improve the solemnity by reading on death and the resurrection, connecting some remarks; and then concluded with prayer."

The first colleague of Mr. Bampton in the Orissa Mission, offers some remarks on his character, which may, with propriety, conclude this Memoir.

"Of his direct Missionary and literary labours, the records of the Society have furnished very ample details. It is a trite but just remark, ‘Life cannot be increased in length, but it may in breadth ;' and this was abundantly verified in our valued friend. From Nov. 1821, to Dec. 1830, a period of nine years and one month, probably as much actual ministerial labour was performed as is accomplished by (most) Ministers, in this country, in twenty years. Very soon after his arrival at Cuttack, and indeed while at Serampore, he commenced direct Missionary labours. During the first year's residence at Cuttack, probably one thousand individuals heard from him, in his own house and compound, something of the Gospel, and receiv ed numerous tracts. When the language was moderately acquired, as regular as the horse is yoked to the mill, was the call about four o'clock in the afternoon, 'Gorah anno, bring the horse; and he would then proceed to various parts of the city, and its suburbs, to preach. Of his numerous long and laborious journeys, to spread the Gospel in the regions beyond' the ordinary sphere of Missionary labours, it is impossible to form an adequate opinion. No man in India, in modern times, not excepting his great favourite the apostolic Chamberlain*, ever endured such privations of European society, food, and comforts, as our departed brother; and God is not unrighteous' to him, or the Society by whom he was patronized, 'to forget the work of faith, labour of love, and patience of hope.'

It was the perusal of Yates's Memoirs of this indefatigable Missionary, which led Mr. Bampton to dedicate himself so entirely to the great work.

"Of the literary labours of our deceased brother, it may suffice to state, that he aided his brethren in the preparation of useful elementary books and tracts. Our brother's forte was argument. One of his tracts is, 'A Word for Christianity,' and another is, 'On the Death and Resurrection of Christ,' in which he urges his favourite topic,-the satisfactory and convincing nature of the evidence of Christianity.

"There are some circumstances in the history of this Missionary brother, which deserve honourable mention.' Of those who have laboured in Orissa, he was the first who offered himself to the Society;-the first Protestant Missionary who took up a determined position before the bulwarks of Juggernauth, (Buchanan, and Peter of Balasore, only reconnoitered the enemy, and poor Krishna, dressed as a Hindoo, was not believed to be a Christian, and could not enter without paying the Pilgrim Tax!!) he maintained this stand for more than seven years unarmed and unanswered; and he was honoured to baptize Erun, the first fruits' of our Mission in Orissa. He was pre-eminent in the stern but sterling graces of the Missionary character. His purpose formed as to the path of duty, not the thunder and lightning of heaven, nor the hurricane of the sea; the torrid climate of the East, nor the blasphemy of Juggernauth's worshippers, moved him. In the presence of the Maha Rajah Ram Chundra Deb, at Pooree, he propounds the evidences of Christianity, and leaves the court nonplussed in argument. To an Indo-Briton, who succumbed to superintend the repairs of the temple, he sends, with his compliments, a New Testament, turned down at Flee from Idolatry. If his brethren erred, or he thought they erred, like Paul before Peter, he 'withstood them to the face.' But in this particular the sternness of virtue sometimes was carried to excess. His motto appeared to be, order is heaven's first law.' His hour of rising (an early one)-his morning ride-study-evening labour-day for letters, and the weekly cleaning of his books, were as regular as a piece of machinery. But he was far from being an austere man,' or morose. Even at Juggernauth he could talk cheerfully, to use his own language, of the land of frost, and other good things.' By the natives, like Luke, he was esteemed as a Physician.' Once and again he saved the life of the native preacher, Abraham, by the timely and firm application of the lancet; his friends were not unblest by his medical skill. He could commiserate the unhappy;' could weep with them that weep, and rejoice with them that rejoice.' His letters to the writer, on the death of his children, and particularly on his leaving India, in Nov. 1825, have left an indelible impression of Christian remembrance and love.

"A Christian father being interrogated which was Christ's greatest miracle, replied: His so great patience in so great afflictions.' Bampton was richly endued with patience, conscientiousness, self-possession, and perseverance, to endure the contradiction of sinners.' See him seated upon his stool at Juggernauth, and, amidst the enmity of the heathen, with faltering tongue, declaring the Gospel; doubtless angels have often admired him. Our departed brother was decidedly evangelical in sentiment and feeling. Like old Dodd, he might have been called, Repentance and faith,' for these were first, and last, and midst, and without end.' He knew in whom he believed, and though his end was not rapturous, it was calm. He sailed into port with a steady breeze, and angels sang, 'All is well!' 'Let me die the death of the righteous, and let my last end be like his !'

From intimate personal knowledge we can assure our readers of the truth of this encomium on the character of Mr. B. and confidently assert, that in ardent desire to know the will of God, and honest