The first sound of the bell most deeply affected those who had scarcely heard one since they had left their native country.

That church has given place to the beautiful building which commemorates the horrors of 1857; but the name of Henry Martyn ought never to be forgotten at Cawnpore, if only as the priest to whom it was granted first to give thanks that, in his own words, "a temple of God was erected and a door opened for the service of the Almighty in a place where, from the foundation of the world, the tabernacle of the true God had never stood." After returning from church he sank, nearly fainting, on a sofa in the hall; but, as soon as he revived, begged his friends to sing to him.

The hymn was-- "O God, our help in ages past, Our hope in years to come, Our shelter from the stormy blast, And our eternal home." After the early dinner and afternoon rest, on a sickly, hazy, burning evening, he preached for the last time to his beggars; came away fainting, and as he lay on his sofa told his friends that he did not believe that he had ever made the slightest impression on _one_ of his audience there.
He knew not that Sheik Salah's heart had been touched, and so deeply that he sought further instruction.

As to Sabat, his later career was piteous.

He fell back into Mahometanism, and, after some years of a wandering life, took service with the Mussulman chief of Acheen in Sumatra, where, having given some offence, he was barbarously hacked to pieces and thrown into the sea.