For many years supplications had incessantly ascended up to heaven from Christians in India, for the spiritual prosperity of that benighted land; and for a considerable time a stated weekly meeting had been held at Calcutta, on the recommendation of Dr. Buchanan and Mr. Brown, for the express purpose of beseeching the Lord to send forth labourers into those fields which were white unto the harvest. What a manifest answer to these petitions was the appearance of Mr. Martyn amongst those who, to this effect, had been offering up their prayers.—One of these, a name dear to all who admire zeal, integrity, liberality, and an entire consecration of bright talents in the cause of Christian philanthropy, was now about to commence his researches into the state of religion amongst the Syrian Christians: and the ship which conveyed him on that interesting errand, left the mouth of the Hoogley as the Union entered it. To him, doubtless, the sight of Mr. Martyn would have seemed an answer to prayer, demanding the Warmest thanksgiving: the voice of a Christian Missionary would have been sweeter in his ears than those sounds which he afterwards heard in Travancore, from the bells amongst the hills, and which reminded him of another country.