I THINK I have been not ill-advised in dividing my voyage into two parts, and thus making a separation; for this good reason, that after so many years of travail, perils, and misery, there must be some point at which the attentive reader–who, I am assured, has had his share of the fatigue–may conveniently pause for refreshment. Nor, perhaps, could I have divided the story of my voyage at a more fitting juncture. For although the greater part of it remains to be told,–viz., not only the return home, diversified as that was by perils and accidents, but also the sojourn at Goa, and the voyage to Sunda and the Moluccas,–yet was all that mere child's-play in comparison of the tribulation and misfortunes of the first part. Such was my despair of ever again seeing my native land, that the arrival at Goa is like a revival of hope, and the commencement of a happier fortune. Add that thenceforward I have always lived among Christians, and no longer, as before, under subjection to infidels, deprived of the exercise of our Holy Religion.