In that letter, too, he alludes to Sabat as the greatest tormentor he had known, but warns her against mentioning to others that this "star of the East," as Claudius Buchanan had called him, had been a disappointment.

His diary is carried on as far as Tocat.

The last entry is on the 6th of October.
It closes thus: "Oh! when shall time give place to eternity?
When shall appear that new heaven and earth wherein dwelleth righteousness?
There, there shall in nowise enter in anything that defileth; none of that wickedness which has made men worse than wild beasts, none of those corruptions which add still more to the miseries of mortality, shall be seen or heard of any more." No more is known of Henry Martyn save that he died at Tocat on the 16th of that same October of 1812, without a European near.

It is not even known whether his death were caused by fever, or by the plague, which was raging at the place.

He died a pilgrim's solitary death, and lies in an unknown grave in a heathen land.
What fruit has his mission zeal left?
It has left one of the soul-stirring examples that have raised up other labourers.