After three years of this strange life, he fell in by chance at Chittagong with Mr.Ward, and was by him persuaded to return to the printing and philology, for which alone, like his father, he really was well qualified.

He lived at Serampore till 1822, and then was carried off by the same sickly season that had proved fatal to Krishnu-pal, who had been baptized with him, and to Bishop Middleton.
Meantime, Mr.and Mrs.Judson were working steadily on, and were greatly cheered by the arrival of a much less barbarous viceroy, named Mya-day- men.

They were invited, with all the Europeans, to a banquet at the new official's house, and Mrs.Judson was entertained by the wife, who questioned her eagerly, and asked if she knew how to dance in the English way; but was satisfied on hearing that the wives of priests did not dance.

As Buddhist priests are celibate, Mrs.Judson must have been rather a puzzle to the good lady; and all this time the real work of the mission had not commenced, for the preliminary operation of acquiring the language had not been completed, and Judson was warned not to attempt preaching till he was familiar with it, by Dr.Carey having told him that after some years in Bengal, when he imagined himself to be freely able to use the language, he had found from the remark of a young man, that he was really not in the least understood.

Private arguments with the teachers was all that could be attempted, and in these there seems to have been some forgetfulness of St.Paul's words, "Who art thou that judgest another?
To his own master he standeth or falleth;" since there was a very free threatening that the souls of the pagans must be lost; to which the pundits replied with true Eastern calmness, "Our religion is good for us, yours for you." During this time of perseverance and preparation, Mrs.Judson's health became so much affected that she was forced to go to Madras.