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Here is the chapel in which William Carey preached, and in which Adoniram Judson was baptized. Its spacious construction evinces the faith and hope of its founders. But it is in Serampore, which, though fourteen miles away, is almost a suburb of Calcutta, that Carey's work was done. How wonderful that work was!
Armine was panting under the same deadly oppression on his pillows, and Mother Carey was standing by him, talking to Mr. Graham about despatching a messenger to Leukerbad in search of one of the doctors, who were sure to be found at the baths. How haggard her face looked, and Armine gasped out "Mother, your hair." The snow had been there; the crisp black waves on her brow were quite white.
"Of course if anything serious happens, or any great need comes, we have the five thousand to draw upon," interpolated Gilbert. "I will draw upon that to save one of us in illness or to bury one of us," said Mrs. Carey with determination, "but I will never live out of it myself, nor permit you to.
When the territory applied for statehood, it was feared that the woman-suffrage clause in the constitution might injure its chance of admission, and the women sent this telegram to Joseph M. Carey: "Drop us if you must. We can trust the men of Wyoming to enfranchise us after our territory becomes a state." Mr.
Carey rather took over from Mr. Udny the out-factory of Kidderpore, twelve miles distant, and there resolved to prepare for the arrival of colleagues, the communistic missionary settlement on the Moravian plan, which he had advocated in his Enquiry. Mr.
Here, at the place appropriately named Hasnabad, or the "smiling spot," Carey took a few acres on the Jamoona arm of the united Ganges and Brahmapootra, and built him a bamboo house, forty miles east of Calcutta. Knowing that the sahib's gun would keep off the tigers, natives squatted around to the number of three or four thousand.
She knew her house was one of those to which any woman setting out on the conquest of London would wish to come. She did not want Miss Schley there, but she resolved to invite her if peopled talked too much about her not being invited. And she wished to be informed if they did. One day she spoke to Robin Pierce about it. Lord Holme's treatment of Carey had not yet been applied to him.
He bent over it as she held it, and scrawled his initials against the dance in question. "Perhaps I shall not stay for that one," she said, with slight hesitation. He glanced up at her. "I thought you were here for the night." She bent her head. "But I may slip away before twelve for all that." Carey smiled. "I don't think you will, not anyhow if I have a voice in the matter.
"You've been living with your uncle since?" asked Miss Drayton, gently. "Yes. Uncle Carey. Where is he? I do want Uncle Carey so bad." The child's voice trembled. "Don't worry, dear. We'll find him," said Miss Drayton, as they left the dining-room. The captain, who had kept his eyes on the little party, anticipated Miss Drayton's questioning. Drawing her aside, he explained the situation.
Often in after days of solitude and reproach did Carey quicken his faith by reading the brave and loving words of Fuller on "the objects you must keep in view, the directions you must observe, the difficulties you must encounter, the reward you may expect."
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