The poor man was no doubt in great measure sincere, but his probation had been insufficient, and his wild Ishmaelitish nature, so far from being overcome, gained in pride and violence through the enthusiasm that was felt for him as a convert.

Once, in a fit of indignation, he wrote a Persian letter, full of abuse of Mr.
Martyn, to a friend in the service of the English resident at Lucknow.

By him it was carried to his master, who, wishing to show Mr.Martyn the real character of his favourite convert, sent him the letter.

Instead of looking into it, Mr.Martyn summoned Sabat, and bade him read it aloud to him.

For once the Arab was overpowered; he cowered before his calm master and entreated his pardon, and when Mr.Martyn put the letter into his hands, assuring him that he had not read it, he was really touched, and showed sorrow for his violence.
On the last Sunday of September 1810, Mr.Martyn took leave of Cawnpore.
It was also the Sunday of the installation as chaplain of his dearest friend, the Reverend Daniel Corrie, and of the opening of a church which his exertions had prevailed to raise, whereas all former services had been in his own long verandah.