2e LETTERS FROM MADRAS. [uEr. ¥I.
LETTER THE SIXTH.
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January 11th, 1837.
Brishop Corrre called on us the other day, to my great delight, for I had so long revered his character, that it was a very great pleasure to me to see and make acquaintance with him, He is a most noble-looking old man, with a very fine countenance, and a gentle, benevolent manner—a pattern for a bishop in appearance as well as everything else. On Sunday morning we went to the cathedral, but the good bishop did not preach, and we had but an indifferent sermon, on Virtue and Vice. In the evening we went to a chapel in Black Town, some miles from the place where we live, and so crowded that we were obliged to be there three-quarters of an hour before the time, in order to secure seats; but we were well repaid for our labour and trouble. We heard a most delightful preacher: his sermon was clear, and striking. He is said te be doing an immense deal of good here, His chapel was originally intended for Raif-eastes, but he is so popular that the Europeans will go there too. People complain, and perhaps justly, that those for whom the chapel was built are kept out in consequence; but I do not see why the English should not havea good sermon once on a Sunday, as well as the blackies.
We went yesterday to the examination of a native school of Caste boys—not Christians, but they learn to read the Bible for the sake of the education they receive iu other respects. They looked ery intelligent, and very picturesque in their turbans and jewels. They answered extremely well, in English, questions on Scripture, on geography, and history, and wrote English from dictation. However, they gave ote or two queer, heathenish answers, such as: Query. “ What is meant by God's resting from his work on the seventh day? Did God require rest ?” Answer, ‘Inthe night time he did.” ‘This school was esta-
