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Little Henry and his bearer

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Little Henry and his bearer
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Sherwood ( Mary Martha ), 1775-1851 ( Author, Primary )
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LITTLE HENRYAND HIS BEARER.By MRS. SHERWOOD.Atkoior of The Little Il'odnman,' etc.EDINBURGH:"WILLIAM P. NIMMO & CO.1881.


MORRISON AND GIBB, EDINBURGH,PRINTERS TO HE( MAJESTY'S STATIONERY OFFICE.


THE STORY OFLITTLE HENRY AND HISBEARER BOOSY.ENRY --- was born at Dinaporein the East Indies. His papa wasan officer in the Company's service,and was killed in attacking a mud fort be-longing to a zemeendar1 a few months afterbhe birth of his son. His mamma also diedbefore he was a year old. Thus little Henrywas left an orphan when he was a very littlebaby; but his dying mother, when taking herlast farewell of him, lifted up her eyes tiheaven, and said, God, I leave my father-less child with Thee, claiming Thy promisein all humility, yet in full confidence that my1 A landholder.


6 LITTLE HENRY ANDbaby will never be left destitute; for in Theethe fatherless find mercy.' The promise towhich she alluded is to be found in Jer.xlix. 11: 'Leave thy fatherless children, Iwill preserve them alive; and let thy widowstrust in me.'As soon as Henry's mamma was dead, alady, who lived at that time in a largepuckah1 house near the river between Patnaand Dinapore, came and took little Henry,and gave him a room in her house, givingstrict orders to her servants to provide him,with everything that he wanted. But as shewas one of those fine ladies who will givetheir money (when they have any to spare)for the relief of distress, but have no ideahow it is possible for any one to bestow allhis goods to feed the poor, and yet wantcharity, she thought that when she hadreceived the child, and given her orders toher servants, she had done all that wasnecessary for him. She would not after-wards suffer Henry to give her the leasttrouble, nor would she endure the smallestx The meaning of puckah is ripe, or strong; it heremeans brick or stone.


HIS BEARER BOOSY. 7inconvenience on his account. And thus thepoor child, being very young and unable tomake known his wants, might have beencruelly- neglected, had it not been for theattention of a bearer,1 who had lived manyyears with his papa, and had taken care ofHenry from the day that he was born.When he was a very little baby, Boosy (forthat was the bearer's name) attended himnight and day, warmed his pap, rocked hiscot, dressed and undressed and washed him,and did everything as tenderly as if he hadbeen his own child. The first word thatlittle Henry tried to say was 'Boosy;' andwhen he was only ten months old, he used toput his arms round his neck and kiss him,or stroke his swarthy cheek with his delicatehand.When Henry was carried to the lady'shouse, Boosy went with him; and for someyears the little child had no other friend thanhis bearer. Boosy never left his choota sahibexcept for two hours in the twenty-four, when1 A servant, whose work is to carry a palanquin, butwho is frequently employed to take care of children." Little master.


8 LITTLE HfNRY ANDhe went to get his khauna.1 At night heslept on his mat at the foot of the child's cot;and whenever Henry called, he was up in amoment, and had milk or toast-and-waterready to give him to drink. Early in themorning, before sunrise, he took him out ina little carriage which was provided for him,or carried him in his arms round the garden.When he brought him in, he bathed him anddressed him, and gave him his breakfast andput him in his cot to sleep and all the daylong he played with him--sometimes carry-ing him in his arms or on his shoulder, andsometimes letting him walk, or roll upon thecarpet. Everybody who came to the housenoticed the kindness of Boosy to the child,and he got presents from many people for hisgoodness to Henry.When Henry was two years old, he had adreadful illness; so alarming indeed wa it;that for many days it was thought he woulddie. He had another very severe illnesswhen he was four years old, for he was nevera very healthy child. During the height ofthese sicknesses, his bearer never left him;Food.


HIS BEABER BOOSY. 9nor would he take any rest, even by the sideof his bed, till he thought the danger wasover.These things considered, it cannot be amatter of wonder that this little boy, as hegrew older, should love his bearer more thanall the world besides; for his bearer wasalmost his only friend, no one else takingmuch thought about him. Henry could notspeak English, but he could talk with Boosyin his language as fast as possible; and heknew every word, good or bad, which thenatives spoke. He used to sit in theveruaga' between his bearer's knees, andchew paun,' and eat bazarl sweetmeats. Hewore no shoes nor stockings, but was dressedin panjammahs,' and had silver bangles5 onhis ankles. No one could have told by hisbehaviour or manner of speaking that he wasnot of Indian origin; but his delicate com-plexion, light hair, and blue eyes, at onceshowed his parentage.SAn open gallery or passage."2 An intoxicating mixture of opium and sugar, ete,3 A market. 4 Trousers.s Ornaments generally worn round the wrists andifles.


10 LITTLE HENRY AND-Thus his life passed till he was five yearsand a half old; for the lady in whose househe lived (although he was taught to call hermamma) paid him no kind of attention; andit never occurred to her that it was rightto give him any religious instruction. Heused to see his bearer and the other nativesperforming poojah,1 and carrying about theirwooden and clay gods; and he knew thathis mamma sometimes went to church atDinapore: so he believed that there were agreat many gods, and that the God to whomhis mamma prayed at Dinapore was nobetter than the gods of wood, and stone, andclay, which his bearer worshipped. He alsobelieved that the river Ganges was a goddess,and called Gunga, and that the water of theriver could take away sins. He believed,too, that the Mussulmans were as good asChristians, for his mamma's khaunsaumaunhad told him so. Henry was, moreover,taught by the servants many things whicha little boy should not know; but the ser-vants, being heathens, could not be expectedto teach him anything better, and thereforeI Ceremony : offering. A kind of house-steward.


HIS BEARER BOOSY. ithey were not so much to be blamed as thelady who had undertaken the charge of him,who might have been ashamed to leave thechild of Christian parents under the care ofsuch persons.When Henry was five years old, a younglady, who was just arrived from England,came to reside for a while with his mamma.She was the daughter of a worthy clergymanin England, and had received from him areligious education. She had brought withher from home a box of Bibles, and somepretty children's books and pictures. Whenshe saw poor little Henry sitting in theverandah, as his custom was, between hisbearer's knees, with many other native ser-vants surrounding him, she loved him, andwas very sorry for him; for indeed it is adreadful thing for little children to be leftamong people who know not God. So shetook some of the prettiest coloured picturesshe had, and spread them on the floor of theroom, the door of which opened into theverandah near the place where the little boyusually sat. When Henry peeped in andsaw the pictures, he was tempted' by them


12 LITTLE HENBRY ANDto come into the room; but at first he wouldnot venture in without his bearer. After-wards, when he got more accustomed to thelady, he was contented that his bearer shouldsit at the door, while he went in. And atlast he quite lost all fear, and would go inby himself-nay, he never was more happythan when he was with this lady; for shetried every means to gain his love, in orderthat she might lead him to receive such in-structions as the time of her intended staywith his mamma would allow her to give him.She was very sorry when she found thathe could not speak English; however, shewas resolved not to be checked by this diffi-culty. She taught him many English words,by showing him things represented in thecoloured pictures, telling him their Englishnames; so that in a short time he could askfor anything he wanted in English. She thentaught him his letters in one of the littlebooks she had brought from home, and fromhis letters she proceeded to spelling; and sodiligent was she, that before he was six yearsold he could spell any word, however diffi-cult, and could speak English quite readily.


HIS BEARER BOOSY. 13While this young lady was taking pains,from day to day, to teach little Henry toread, she endeavoured by word of mouth tomake him acquainted with such parts of theChristian religion as even the youngest oughtto know, and without the knowledge ofwhich no man could be a Christian; and shedid not like to wait until Henry could readhis Bible, before she would instruct him insubjects of so much importance.The first lesson of this kind which shestrove to teach him was, that there was onlyone true God, and that all things were madeby Him,-namely, the glorious heaven, towhich those persons go who have been madethe children of God on earth; and the dread-ful hell, prepared for those who die in theirsins; the world and all things in it; the sun,the moon, the stars, and all the heavenlybodies. And she was going to teach himthe following words from Col. i. 16: 'Forby Him were all things created, that arein heaven, and that are in earth;' but nosooner did little Henry understand that shemeant to teach him that there is but oneGod, than he got very angry, and told her


14 LITTLE ;HENR Y ANDthat she did not speak a true word; for hismamma had a God, and his bearer had agod, and there were a great many gods be-sides; and he ran out into the verandah, andtold his bearer what the chootee bebee1 hadsaid; and down he sat between his bearer'sknees, and would not come again to her thatday, although she brought out her finestpictures and a new book on purpose totempt him.The young lady did not fail to pray veryearnestly for little Henry that night, whenshe was withdrawn to her room, and herdoor shut. And her Father, on whom shecalled in secret in the name of His belovedSon, heard her prayer; for the next daylittle Henry came smiling into her room,having quite forgotten his ill-humour, andshe was now enabled to talk to him withadvantage on the same subject. And shemade him kneel down, and pray to God togive him sense to understand the truth.She had also provided herself with one ofthe Hindoo gods made of baked earth; andshe bid him look at it, and examine it wellI Young lady.


IHIS BEARER BOOSY 15She then threw it down upon the floor, andit was broken into a hundred pieces. Thenshe said, 'Henry, what can this god do foryou ? It cannot help itself. Call to it, andask it to get up. You see it cannot move.'And that day the little boy was convincedby her arguments.The next discourse which the young ladyhad with Henry was upon the nature of God.She taught him that God is a Spirit; thatHe is everywhere; that He cani do every,thing; that He can see everything; that Hecan hear everything; that He knows eventhe inmost thoughts of our hearts; that Heloves that which is good, and hates thatwhich is evil; that He never had a begin-ning, and never will have an end. She alsotaught him that in this one and only trueGod there are three Persons, namely, Godthe Father, God the Son, and God the HolyGhost; and that these three Persons, al-though none is before or after the other, per-form different works or offices for man.Henry now began to take pleasure inhearing of God, and asked many questionsfbout Him. He next learned that God made


16 LITTLE H.ENBY ANDthe world in six days, and rested from Hiswork on the seventh; and that He mademan and woman innocent at first. He thenwas taught how our forefather Adam wastempted, with Eve his wife, to eat the for-bidden fruit; and how by this means sinentered into the world, and the nature ofAdam becoming sinful, all we his children,being born in his likeness, are sinful also.Henry here asked what sin is.'Sin, my child,' answered the lady, 'iswhatever displeases God. If your mammawere to desire you to come into her room, orto do something for her, and you were torefuse, would she not have reason to be dis-pleased with you ?''Yes, I suppose so.'' Or if you ask Boosy to fan you, or tocarry you in your palanquin, and Boosy doessomething quite different; or if you desirehim to carry you one way, and he carries youanother-would he not do wrong ?''Yes, to be sure.''Well, then, whatever, you do contrary tothe commands of God, displeases Him, and issin'


IIS BEARER BOOSY. 17But the lady still found great difficulty inmaking Henry understand the nature of sin;for he had been so neglected that he did notknow right from wrong. He did not con-sider a lie as sinful, nor feel ashamed ofstealing, unless it was found out. Hethought, also, that if anybody hurt him,it was right to hurt him in return. Afterseveral days, however, she made the subjectclear to him, and then further explainedhow siri had corrupted all our hearts ; andshe made him repeat the following wordstill he could say them quite well: TheLord looked down from heaven upon thechildren of men, to see if there were anythat did understand and seek God. They areall gone aside, they are all together becomefilthy; there is none that doeth good, no, notone' (Ps. xiv. 2, 3).She next made the little boy understandthat eternal death, or everlasting punishment,is the consequence of sin; and he soon couldrepeat two or three verses to prove this.One was, 'The unrighteous shall not inheritthe kingdom of God' (1 Cor. vi. 9); andanother, 'They shall look upon the carcases


18 LITTLE IIENIl Y ANDof the men that have transgressed against me:for their worm shall not die, neither shalltheir fire be quenched; and they shall be anabhorring unto all flesh' (Isa. Ixvi. 24).And now the lady had brought Henry toknow that he and all the world were sinners,and that the punishment of sin is eternaldeath, and that it was not in his power tosave himself, nor for anything on the earthto wash him from his sins; and she hadbrought him several times to ask her withgreat earnestness what he must do to besaved, and how his sins could be forgivenand his heart freed from evil tempers. He.next lesson, therefore, was to explain to himwhat the Lord Jesus Christ had done forhim-how 'God was manifest in the flesh,justified in the Spirit, seen of angels, preachedunto the Gentiles, believed on in the world,received up into glory' (1 Tim. iii. 16);and how 'we have redemption through Hisblood. He having made peace for us throughthe blood of His cross' (Col. i. 14, 20).Little Henry was particularly pleasedwhenever he heard of our Saviour, and, bydivine grace, his heart seemed to be wonder-


HIS BEARER BOOSY. 19fully filled with love for his Redeemer. Andhe was so afraid of offending Him, that hebecame careful of every word he said, and ofeverything he did; and he was always askingthe young lady if this was right, and if thatwas right, and if God would be angry withhim if he did this or that; so that in a shorttime his whole behaviour was altered. Henever said a bad word, and was vexed whenhe heard any other person do it. He spokemildly and civilly to everybody. He wouldreturn the salam1 of the poorest coolie2 inthe bazar. If anybody had given him arupee, hle would not spend it in sweetmeatsor playthings, but he would change it intopice,' and give it to the fakeers5 who wereblind or lame, or such as seemed to be inreal distress, as far as it would go.One day Henry came into the lady'sroom and found her opening a box of books.SHealth: salutation.3 A kind of low caste of men, who have no trade, butwork at any kind of common employment.3 A silver coin of the value of half-a-crown.4 Pence." Beggars: a religious order of men, something likemonks and dervises.B


20 LITTLE HENRY AND' Come,' said she. 'Henry, help me to unpackthese books, and to carry them to my book-case.' Now, while they were thus busy, andlittle Henry much pleased to think that hecould make himself useful, the lady said,'These books have different kinds of covers,and some are larger than others, but they allcontain the same words, and are the book ofGod. If you read this book, and, with God'shelp, keep the sayings written in it, it willbring you to heaven; it will bring you towhere your beloved Redeemer is, to thethrone of the Lamb of God, who was slainfor your sins.''Oh, I wish,' said Henry,' that I had oneof these books! I will give you all myplaythings, ma'am, and my little carriage, forone of them.'The lady smiled, and said, 'No, my dear;keep your playthings and your little carriagetoo. You shall have any one of these booksyou like best.'Henry thanked the lady with all his heart,and called Boosy in to give his advice whetherhe should choose a book with a purplemorocco cover or one with a red one. When


HIS BEARER BOOSY. 21he had fixed upon one, he begged a bit of silkof the lady, and carried it to the tailor tomake him a bag for his new Bible; and thatsame evening he came to the lady to beg herto teach him to read it. So that day hebegan: and he was several days over thefirst chapter of Genesis; but the next chapterwas easier, and the next easier still; till,very soon, he was able to read any part ofthe Bible without hesitation.With what joy and gratitude to God didthe young lady see the effect of her piouslabours! She had, in the space of a yearand a half, brought a little orphan from thegrossest state of heathen darkness and igno-rance to a competent knowledge of thosedoctrines of the Christian religion which arechiefly necessary to salvation. She had putinto his hand the Book of God, and hadtaught him to read it; and God had, in anespecial manner, answered all her prayers forthe dear child.The time was now coming on very fastwhen she must leave little Henry; and thethought of this parting was very painful toher. Some days before she set out on her


22 LITTLE HENRY ANDjourney, she called him into the room, andquestioned him concerning the things whichshe had taught him, directing him, as oftenas he could, to give his answers from theBible. Her first question was,' How manyGods are there ?'HENRY. 'There is one God; and there isnone other but He' (Mark xii. 32).LADY. Do we not believe that there arethree Persons in this one God ?HENRY. There are three that bear recordin heaven, the Father, the Word, and theHoly Ghost: and these three are one' (1John v. 7).LADY. What do you mean by the Word ?HENRY. The Word is the Lord Jesus ChristLADY. Do you know that from the Bible ?HENRY. Yes; for St. John says, in the firstchapter of his Gospel, 'In the beginning wasthe Word, and the Word was with God, andthe Word was God. He was in the world,and the world was made by Him, and theworld knew Him not.'LADY. Did God make man good at first ?HENRY. Yes; for in the first chapter of theBible, the last verse, it is written, God saw


IIS BEARER BOOSY. 23everything that He had made, and, behold, itwas very good.'LADY. Are men very good now ? Can youfind me one person who deserves to be calledgood ?HENRY. I need not look into the Bible toanswer that question. I need but just getinto the palanquin, and go into the bazar,and show you the people there: I am sureI could not find one good person in all thebazar.LADY. But I think, Henry, you might spareyourself the trouble of going into the bazar tosee how bad human creatures are: could younot find proofs of that nearer home ?HENRY. What, our servants, you mean?Or perhaps the ladies who are in the hallwith my mamma ? they laughed at the Bibleat breakfast. I know what they meant verywell; and my mamma laughed too: I amsure nobody can say that they are good.LADY. No, my dear; those poor ladies arenot good: it would be misleading you to saythat they are. But, as we cannot make thembetter by speaking ill of them in their ab-sence, it would be as well not to mention


24 LITTLE HENRY ANDthem at all, unless it were in prayer to Godthat He would turn their hearts. But to re-turn to my question-you need not go so faras the hall for an answer to it. There is alittle boy in this very room, called Henry:can he be said to be a good boy ? A very fewmonths ago, that little boy used to tell liesevery day; and only yesterday I saw him ina passion, because the sais' would not lethim get on the back of one of the coach-horses; and I think, but I am not sure, thathe gave the sais a blow.HENRY. I know it was very wicked; but Ihad no stick in my hand, and therefore Ihope I did not hurt him. I hope God willgive me grace never to do so again. I gavethe sais all that I had left of my rupee thismorning; and I told him that I was verysorry.LADY. I mentioned it, my dear, that youmight know where to look for an answer tomy question.HENRY. Oh! I know that I am not good.I have done many, many naughty things,which nobody knows of-no, not even Boosy.' A servant who has the charge of a horse.


HIS BEARER BOOSY. 25And God only can know the naughtiness ofmy heart.LADY. Then you think yourself a sinner ?HENRY. A very great one.LADY. Where do sinners go when they die ?HENRY. The wicked shall be turned intohell, and all the nations that forget God' (Ps.ix. 17).LADY. If all wicked people are turned intohell, how can you escape ?HENRY. If I believe in the Lord JesusChrist, I shall be saved. Stay one moment,and I will show you the verse. 'Believe onthe Lord Jesus Christ, and thou shalt besaved' (Acts xvi. 31).LADY. What! if you believe in the LordJesus Christ, shall you go to heaven withall your sins ? Can sinful creatures be inheaven ?HENRY. No; to be sure not. God cannotlive with sinners. He is 'of purer eyes thanto behold evil' (Hab. i. 13). But if I believein the Lord Jesus Christ, He will take awaymy sin; for His 'blood cleanseth from allsin' (1 John i. 7); and He will give me anew heart, and Alake me a new creature,


26 LITTLE IIENRY ANDand I shall be purified as He is pure (1 Johniii. 3).Now the lady was pleased with littleHenry's answers; and she thanked God inher heart for having so blessed her labourswith the poor little boy. But she did notpraise him, lest he should become proud; andshe well knew that God resisteth the proud,but giveth grace unto the humble' (Jas. iv. 6).So she refrained from commending him; butshe said,' What do you mean, my dear, bybeing made quite new again ?'HENRY. Before I knew the Lord JesusChrist, I used to think of nothing but naughtythings. I loved myself more than anybodyelse. I loved eating fruit and sweetmeats;and was so greedy of them, that I would havetold a hundred lies, I do think, for one mouth-ful of them. Then I was passionate andproud. I used to be so pleased when any-body bowed to me, and said, 'Sahib.' Andyou cannot think how cruel I was to allkinds of little creatures I could get hold of,even the poor cockroaches: I used to killthem just for my own pleasure. But now Ido think my heart is beginning to change a


IIIS BEARER BOOSY. 27little-I mean a very little-for I gave allmy last sweetmeats to the matre's' boy. Butstill I know that my heart is far from beingclean yet; but God can make it white andclean when He pleases.LADY. You must pray every day, andoftentimes in the day, and in the night whenyou are awake, my dear child, that God willsend His Holy Spirit into your heart, to makeit clean and pure, and to lead and direct youin all you do. Blessed are those, my dearchild, who love the Lord Jesus Christ; forunto them 'the Spirit of truth' shall be re-vealed, and it 'shall dwell with them, andbe in them' (John xiv. 17).She then shut the door of the room; andshe and the little boy knelt down togetherand prayed to God that He would, for Hisdear Son's sake, 'create a clean heart in the'child, 'and renew a right spirit within' him(Ps. li. 10). When the young lady arosefrom her knees, she kissed little Henry, andtold him, not without many tears, that shemust soon go away from him."When Henry heard this news, for some' A sweeper: a person of low caste, who eats everything.


28 LITTLE HENRYANDmoments he could not speak; at length hecried out, 'What shall I do when you aregone ? I shall have nobody to speak to butmy bearer, for my mamma does not love me;and I shall spend all my time with the na-tives. I shall never more hear anybody talkof God. Oh! I very much fear that I shallbecome wicked again.''My poor child,' said the lady, 'do notdoubt the power of God. When our Saviourwas going to leave His disciples, He said,"I will not leave you orphans;' I will cometo you" (John xiv. 18). And do you think, mychild, that after the blessed Lord God hasmade Himself known unto you, and adoptedyou as a dear son, that He will leave youcomfortless ? Think how good He was to callyou from the paths of destruction, and fromthe way of hell. You knew not so much asHis holy name, and were living altogetheramong the heathens. It was by His provi-dence that I came here, that I remained hereso long, that I loved you, and endeavouredto teach you, and that I had a Bible to giveyou. "Faithful is He," my beloved child,1 The word is orphans in the original.


HIIS BEARER BOOSY. 29"who called you. He will preserve yourwhole spirit and soul and body blameless untothe coming of the Lord Jesus"' (1 Thess. v.23, 24). She then sung averse of a hymn tohim, which he often repeated, and would tryto sing, when she was far away from him:-'Jesus sought me when a stranger,"Wandering from the fold of God;He, to save my soul from danger,Interposed His precious blood.'"Now it would take more time than I haveto spare to repeat the several conversationswhich this young lady had with little Henrybefore she went away. He cried sadly theday she went. He followed her down to theriver-side, for she was going down to Berham-pore, where she was soon afterwards marriedto a very pious young man of the name ofBaron.Henry went on board the budgerow,2 to takeleave of her. She kissed him many timesbefore they parted, and gave Boosy, who waswith him, four rupees buckshish, that he mightcontinue to behave well to his little sahib.1 Sung to the tune of the Sicilian Mariner's Hymn.A kind of barge.


30 LITTLE HENY ANDThe last words almost that she said to Henrywere these: 'You must try, my dear child,with the grace of God, to make Boosy aChristian, that he may be no longer numberedamong the heathen, but may be countedamong the sons of God.'When the budgerow was ready to sail, littleHenry took his last leave of the lady, andcame on shore, where he stood under theshade of a Braminee fig-tree,1 watching theboat as it sailed down the broad stream of theGanges, till it was hidden by the windingshore. Then Boosy, taking him up in hisarms, brought him back to his mamma'shouse; and from that time he was as much ne-glected as he had been before this good younglady came, with this difference only (and thatindeed was a blessing for which I doubt nothe will thank God to all eternity), that he wasnow able to read the Book of God, whereasbefore he knew not even God's holy name.Sometimes his mamma would let him eathis tiffn2 with her; but as she always em-ployed herself at table (when not actuallySA tree that takes root downward from its branches.8 Luncheon.


HIS BEARER BOOSY 31eating) in smoking her hoo7ah,1 and as mostof her visitors did the same, the tiffin timewas very stupid to the little boy; for, insteadof pleasant and useful discourse, there was ingeneral nothing to be heard at these mealsbut the rattling of plates and knives and forks,the creaking of the puncah,2 and the gurglingof the water in the hookah, except his mamma(which not unseldom happened) occasioned alittle variety, by scolding the servants andcalling them names in their own language.So poor little Henry found no better com-panion than his bearer; and he never wasmore pleased than when he was sitting byhim in the verandah, reading his Bible tohimself.And now the young lady's last words re-turned to his mind, namely, 'You must tryto make Boosy a Christian.' But he did notknow how to begin this work. It seemed tohim that the heart of poor Boosy could onlybe changed by the immediate interference ofI A kind of pipe, the smoke of which is drawn throughwater, and the motion of the air through the water causesa bubbling noise." A large fan suspended from the ceiling.


32 LITTLE HBNELY ANDGod, so fond was he of his wooden gods andfoolish ceremonies, and so much was he afraidof offending his gooroo.' And in this respectHenry judged rightly, for no one can come toGod without the help of God. Yet He haspointed out the means by which we mustendeavour to bring our fellow-creatures toHim; and we must, in faith and humility,use these means, praying for the divine bless-ing to render them effectual.The first step which Henry took towardsthis work was to pray for Boosy. After somethought, he made a prayer, which was muchto this purpose: Lord God, hear thehumble prayer of a poor little sinful child.Give me power, O God, for Thy dear Son'ssake (who died for us upon the cross), to turnthe heart of my poor bearer from his woodengods, and to lead him to the cross of JesusChrist.' This prayer he never failed to repeatevery night, and many times a day; and fromtime to time he used to talk to Boosy, andrepeat to him many things which the younglady had taught him. But although Boosyheard him with good-humour, yet he did notSA religious teacher or confessor.


IIIS BEARER BOOSY. 33seem to pay much heed to what the childsaid, for he would argue to this purpose:'There are many brooks and rivers of water,but they all run into the sea at last; so thereare a great many religions, but they all leadto heaven. There is the Mussulman's wayto heaven, and the Hindoo's way, and theChristian's way, and one way is as good asanother.' He asserted, also, that if he wereto commit the greatest sin, and were to goimmediately afterwards and wash in theGanges, he should be quite innocent. And agreat many other foolish things he had to sayto the same purpose, so that he sometimesquite out-talked the child. But Henry wasso earnest in the cause he had undertaken,that, although he might be silenced at onetime, yet he would often (after having saidhis prayers and consulted his Bible) beginthe attack again. He would sometimes getclose to him, and look in his face and say,'Poor Boosy poor Boosy you are going thewrong way, and will not let me set you right.There is but one way to heaven: our Saviour;the Lord Jesus Christ, is the way to heaven,and "no man cometh unto God but by Him"'


34 LITTLE HENRY AND(John xiv. 6). Then he would try to explainwho the Lord Jesus Christ is; how He camedown to the earth; that He took man's na-ture upon Him; suffered and died upon thecross for the sins of men; was buried, andarose again on the third day, and ascendedinto heaven; and is now sitting on the righthand of God, from whence He will come tojudge the quick and the dead.In this manner the little boy proceededfrom day to day; but Boosy seemed to payhim little or no attention; nay, he wouldsometimes laugh at him, and ask him whyhe was so earnest about a thing of so littleconsequence. However, to do Boosy justice,he never was ill-humoured or disrespectfulto his little sahib.Now it happened about this time thatHenry's mamma had occasion to go to Cal-cutta; and, as she went by water, she tookHenry and his bearer in the budgerow withher. Henry had not been well, and shethought the change of air mig:, rio himgood. It was at the end of the rains, ai thatseason of the year when India is most greehand beautiful, although not most healthy.


HIS BEABER BOOSY. 35When the budgerow came to anchor in anevening, Henry used to take a walk with hisbearer; and sometimes they would rambleamong the fields and villages for more thana mile from the river. Henry had all his lifebeen confined to one spot; so you may besure he was well pleased to see so manydifferent countries, and asked many questionsabout the things which he saw. And often,during these rambles, he used to have anargument with Boosy concerning the greatCreator of all things; and Henry would sayto his bearer, that the great God, who madeall things, could not be like the gods whichhe believed in, which, according to his ac-counts of them, were more wicked and foolishthan the worst men.Once, in particular-it was in one of thoselovely places near the Raja-mehal hills-Henry and his bearer went to walk. Henry'smamma had during the day been very crossto him, and the poor little fellow did not feelwell, although he did not complain; but hewas glad when he got out of the boat. Thesun was just setting, and a cool breeze blew1 The hall of the rajah.C


36 LITTLE HENR Y ANDover the water, with which the little boy,being refreshed, climbed without difficulty tothe top of a little hill where was a tomb.Here they sat down, and Henry could not butadmire the beautiful prospect which was be-fore them. On their left hand was the broadstream of the Ganges winding round thecurved shore, till it was lost behind the Baja-mehal hills.The budgerow, gaily painted, was fastenedto the shore just below them; and with itmany lesser boats, with thatched and slopingroofs. The dandies' and native servantshaving finished their day's work, were pre-paring their klhauna, in distinct parties,according to their several castes, upon thebanks of the river-some grinding theirmussala,2 some lighting their little fires, somewashing their brass vessels, and others sittingin a circle upon the ground, smoking theircocoa-nut hoolcahs.Before them, and on their right hand, wasa beautiful country, abounding with corn-fields, topes of trees, thatched cottages withSBoatmen.S A general name for spices, salt, medicine, etc.


IIIS BEARER BOOSY. 37their little bamboo porches, plantain andpalm trees; beyond which the Baja-mehalhills were seen, some bare to their summits,and others covered with jungle,1 which evennow afford a shelter to tigers, rhinoceroses,and wild hogs.Henry sat silent a long time. At last hesaid, 'Boosy, this is a good country-that is,it would be a very good country if the peoplewere Christians. Then they would not be soidle as they now are; and they would agreetogether, and clear the jungles, and buildchurches to worship God in. It will bepleasant to see the people, when they areChristians, all going on a Sunday morningto some fair church built among those hills,and to see them in an evening sitting at thedoor of their houses reading the shastera-Ido not mean your shaster, but our shaster,God's book.'Boosy answered, that he knew there wouldbe a time when all the world would be of onereligion, and when there would be no caste;1 Uncultivated waste land, overrun with brushwood orreeds."* The Hindoo religious books.


38 LITTLE HENRY ANDbut he did not know when that would be,and he was sure he should not live to see it.'There is a country now,' said Henry,'where there are no castes, and where we allshall be like dear brothers. It is a bettercountry than this: there are no evil beaststhere is no more hunger, no more thirstthere the waters are sure; there the sun doesnot scorch by day, nor the moon smite bynight. It is a country to which I sometimesthink and hope I shall go very soon. I wish,Boosy, you would be persuaded either to gowith me, or to follow me.'' What!' said Boosy, 'is sahib going toWillaet ?' And then he said, he hoped not;for he could never follow him through theblack water, as the Hindoos call the seas.Henry then explained to him that he didnot mean England, but heaven. 'SometimesI think,' said he, 'when I feel the pain whichI did this morning, that I shall not live long.I think I shall die soon, Boosy. Oh, I wish,I wish I could persuade you to love the LordJesus Christ!' And then Henry, getting up,threw his arms around Boosy's neck, and1 Country; but enerally applied to Europe.


HIS BEARER BOOSY. 39begged him to be a Christian. Dear Boosy,he said, 'good Boosy, do try to be a Christian.'But poor little Henry's attempts were yetquite ineffectual.In little more than a month's time fromtheir leaving Dinapore, they reached Calcutta,and were received into the house of a worthygentleman of the name of Smith. WhenHenry's mamma was settled in Mr. Smith'shouse, she found less inclination, if possible,than ever to pay any attention to Henry.According to the custom in India, she mustpay the first visit to all her acquaintance inCalcutta. Her dresses, too, having all beenmade at Dinapore, did not agree with thelast European fashions which were come out.These were all to be altered, and new onesbought; and it was a good deal of trouble todirect the tailor to do this properly. Herhair was not dressed in the fashion; and herayalh was very stupid. It was many daysbefore she could forget the old way, and learnthe new one. So poor Henry was quiteSforgotten in all this bustle; and although hewas for several days very ill, and complained1 A waiting-maid.


40 LITTLE HENRY ANDto his bearer that his side gave him greatpain, yet his mamma never knew it.Mr. and Mrs. Smith once or twice remarked,when they looked at Henry, that the childwas very pale, and that his eyes were heavy;but his mamma answered, 'Oh, this is nothing;the child is well enough. Children in India,you know, have that look.'It happened one afternoon, as Mr. andMrs. Smith and Henry's mamma were inthe drawing-room after tiffin, while the ladieswere giving their opinion upon a magazine,which contained an account of the lastEuropean fashion of carriages and dresses,etc. (for I am sorry to say that Mrs. Smith,although she had the best example in herhusband, had still to learn not to love theworld), Mr. Smith, half angry with them,and yet not knowing whether he shouldpresume to give them a check, was walkingup and down the room with rather a hastystep, when his eye, as he passed the door,caught little Henry sitting on the mat atthe head of the stairs, between his bearer'sknees, with his Bible in his hand. His backbeing turned towards the drawing-room door,


HIS BEARER BOOSY. 41Mr. Smith had an opportunity of observingwhat he was about without being seen. Heaccordingly stood still, and listened; and heheard the gentle voice of Henry, as he triedto interpret the sacred book to his bearer inthe bearer's own language.Mr. Smith at first could scarcely believewhat he saw and heard; but at last, beingquite sure he was not dreaming, he turnedhastily towards the ladies, exclaiming,'Twenty-five years have I been in India,and never have I seen anything like this.Heaven be praised truly is it written, "Outof the mouth of babes and sucklings Thouhast perfected praise !" (Matt. xxi. 16.) Foishame! for shame! Mrs. Smith, will younever lay aside your toys and gewgaws ?Do give me that book, and I will let thecook have it to light his fire with. Hereare two persons, who have been nearly fiftyyears in the world, sitting together talkingof their finery and painted toys; while alittle creature, who eight years ago had notbreathed the breath of life, is endeavouringto impart divine knowledge to the heathen." But God hath chosen the foolish things of


42 LITTLE HENRY ANDthe world to confound the wise; and Godhath chosen the weak things of the worldto confound the things which are mighty"'(1 Cor. i. 27).'My dear,' cried Mrs. Smith, 'surely youforget yourself! What can you mean?-Toys and finery! My dear, my dear, youare very rude!'' Rude!' said Henry's mamma, 'rude in-deed, Mr. Smith! And pray, sir, what doyou mean by saying, "Fifty years ?" Doyou suppose that I am fifty years old ?-extraordinary, indeed !''I beg pardon,' said Mr. Smith. 'I didnot mean to offend. But there is-that littleboy trying to explain the Bible to his bearer !'' But surely,' said Henry's mamma, 'youdo not think that I am fifty years of age ?You are mistaken by twenty years.'MRS. SMITH. Oh! my dear madam, youmust excuse my husband. Whenever he isa little angry with me, he tells me that I amgetting old. But I am so used to it, that Inever mind it.MR. SMITH. Well, my dear, leave me, ifyou please, to speak for myself. I am not


HIS BEARER BOOST. 43a man that disguises the truth. Whether Ispeak or not, time runs on, death and eternityapproach. I do not see why it should be amatter of politeness to throw dust in eachother's eyes- But enough of this, and toomuch. I want to know the meaning ofwhat I but now saw-a little English childof seven years of age endeavouring to explainthe Bible to his bearer. I did not even knowthat the child could read.' Oh,' said Henry's mamma,' this matter iseasily explained. I had a young lady in myhouse at Patna, some time since, who taughtthe child to read; for this I was obliged toher. But she was not satisfied with thatalone: she made a Methodist, a downrightcanting Methodist, of the boy. I neverknew it till it was too late.'ME. SMITH. A Methodist! What do youn-can, madam ?' Indeed,' said Henry's mamma, 'the childhas never been himself since. CaptainD-, of the Native Infantry, whenthey were quartered at Dinapore, used tohave such sport with him! He taught him.when he was but two years old, to call tnt


44 LITTLE HENRY ANDdogs and the horses, and to swear at theservants in English- But I shall offendMr. Smith again,' she added. 'I suspect hima little of being a Methodist himself. Am Iright, Mrs. Smith ?' And she laughed ather own wit. But Mrs. Smith looked grave;and Mr. Smith lifted up his eyes to heaven,saying, 'May God Almighty turn yourheart !''Oh, Mr. Smith,' said Henry's mamma,'you take the matter too seriously. I wasonly speaking in jest.''I shall put that to the trial, madam,' saidMr. Smith. 'If you really feel no ill-willagainst religion, and people who call them.selves religious, you will not refuse to letme consider Henry as my pupil while youremain in my house, which I hope will beas long as you can make it convenient. Youhave known me some years (I will not sayhow many, lest you should be angry again),and you will make allowances for my plaindealings.''Well,' said Henry's mamma, 'we knowyou are an oddity. Take your own way, andlet me take mine.' So she got up to dress


HIS BEARER BOOSY. 45for her evening airing on the course; andthus this strange conversation ended in good-humour; for she was not, upon the whole,an ill-tempered woman.The same evening, his mamma being goneout, Mr. Smith called Henry into his ownroom, and learned from him all that he couldtell of his own history, and of the younglady who had taught him to read his Bible,and had advised him to try to make Boosya Christian. I will relate to you the lastpart of this discourse which passed betweenMr. Smith and Henry.MR. SMITH. Do you think that Boosy'sheart is at all turned towards God ?HENRY. No, I do not think that it is;although for the last half-year I have beenconstantly talking to him about God. Buthe still will have it, that his own idols\aretrue gods.MR. SMITH. It is almost dangerous, mydear little boy, for a child like you to disputewith an heathen; for although you are inthe right, and he in the wrong, yet Satan,who is the father of lies, may put words intohis mouth which may puzzle you, so that


46 ,ITTLE HINRY ANDyour faith may be shaken, while his remainsunchanged.HENRY. Oh, sir, must I give up thehope of Boosy's being made a Christian?Poor Boosy! he has taken care of me eversince I was born.MR. SMITu. But suppose, my dear boy,that I could put you in a better way of con-verting Boosy-a safe way to yourself, and abetter for him ? Can Boosy read ?HENRY. Only a very little, I believe.MR. SMITH. Then you must learn to readfor him.HENRY. How, sir?MR. SMITH. If I could get for you someof the most important chapters in the Bible,such as the first chapters of Genesis, whichspeak of the creation of the world and thefall of man, with the first promise of theSaviour, and some parts of the gospel, trans-lated into Boosy's language, would you tryto learn to read them to him ? I will teachyou the letters, or characters, as they arecalled, in which they will be written.HENRY. Oh! I will learn them with joy.Mn. SMITH. Well, my boy, come every


HIS BEA BER BOOSY. 47morning into my study, and I will teach,you the Persian characters; for those arewhat will be used in the copy of the chaptersI shall put into your hands. Some time orother the whole Bible will be translated inthis manner.HENRY. Will the words be Persian, sir ?I know Boosy does not understand Persian.MR. SMITH. No, umy dear; the words willbe the same as those you speak every daywith the natives. When you have as muchof the Bible as I can get prepared for youin this manner, you must read it to yourbearer every day, praying continually thatGod will bless His holy Word to him. Andnever fear, my dear, but that the Word ofGod will do its work; 'for as the rain comethdown, and the snow, from heaven, and re-turneth not thither, but watereth the earth,and maketh it bring forth and bud, that it maygive seed to the sower, and bread to the eater;so shall my word be that goeth forth out ofmy mouth: it shall not return unto me void;but it shall accomplish that which I please,and it shall prosper in the thing whereto Isent it' (Isa. Iv. 10, 11 'But do not, my


48 LITTLE IIENRY ANDdear boy,' added Mr. Smith, 'argue and dis-pute with your bearer about religion; youare not yet able. Only read the Bible tohim, and pray for him continually, leavingthe rest with God.'But, not to make my story too long, whileHenry's mamma remained at Calcutta, whichwas more than a year, Henry received alesson every day from Mr. Smith in hisstudy; and Mr. Smith taught him the Persiancharacters, and provided him with as manychapters in the Bible in Hindoostanee ashe could get properly prepared in a shorttime. These he had bound together in redmorocco, and presented them to Henry, notwithout asking the blessing of God uponthem.How delighted was Henry, when he re-ceived the book, and found that he couldread it easily He was in his place on themat between Boosy's knees in a minute, andyou might have heard him reading from oneend of the house to the other, for he couldnot contain himself for joy. Nor was hecontented with reading it himself; he mustmake Boosy learn to read it too. And this


HIIS BEARER BOOS. 49was brought about much sooner than youwould have supposed it possible; for, asHenry learned the Persian letters from day today of Mr. Smith, he had been accustomedafterwards to write them on a slate, andmake Boosy copy them as they sat together;and so, by degrees, he had taught them allto his bearer before he was in possession ofthe lBidoostanee copy of the chapters.'Now, my boy,' said Mr. Smith, 'you arein the safe way of giving instruction, in an"ancient path east up" by God (Jer. xviii.15). Do not trust to the words of your ownwisdom, but to the Word of God. Hold fastto the Scripture, dear boy, and you will besafe. And be not impatient, if the seed yousow should not spring up immediately.Something tells me that I shall see Boosy aChristian before I die; or if I do not seethat day, he that outlives me will.'Now the time arrived when Henry'smamma was to leave Calcutta. Indeed, shehad stayed much longer there than she hadat first proposed; but there were so manyamusements going forward, so much gaycompany, so many fashionable dresses to


50 LITTLE HENRY ANDpurchase, that she could not find in her heartto leave them, although she was heartilytired of Mr. Smith's company. She respectedhim, indeed, as an old friend and worthyman, but he had such particular ways, shesaid, that sometimes she had difficulty to putup with them.She proposed, as she went up the country,to stop at Berhampore to see Mrs. laron."When Henry heard of this, he watgreatlypleased; yet when he came to take leave ofMr. Smith, he cried very much.As they went up the river, Henry tookevery opportunity of reading his chapters tohis bearer, when his mamma could not over-hear him; and he had many opportunitiesearly in the morning, and in the afternoonwhen his mamma was asleep, as she alwaysslept for an hour after tifin. He proceededvery well indeed; Boosy daily improved, atleast in his knowledge of the Bible; till theweather, suddenly becoming excessively hot,Henry was seized with a return of violentpain in his side, and other very bad symp-toms. He became paler and thinner, andcould not eat. His mam"a, having no


HIS BEARER BOOS;" 51company to divert her, soon took notice of"the change in the child, and began to befrightened; and so was his bearer. So theymade all the haste they could to Berhampore,that they might procure advice from thedoctors there, and get into a cool house, forthe boat was excessively hot; but, notwith-standing all the haste which they made,there *s a great change in the poor littleboy before they reached Berhampore."When they were come within a day'sjourney of the place, they sent a servant for-ward to Mrs. Baron's, so that, when thebudgerow stopped the next day near thecantonments, Mrs. Baron herself was waitingon the shore with palanquins, ready to carrythem to her house. As soon as the boardwas fixed from the boat to the banks of theriver, she jumped out of her palanquin, andwas in the budgerow in a minute, with littleHenry in her arms. 'Oh, my dear, dearboy!' she said, 'my dear, dear boy!' Shecould say no more, so great was her joy; butwhen she looked at him, and saw how veryill he appeared, her joy was presently damped,and she said, in her haste, to his mamma,D


52 LITTLE HENRY AND"Dear madam, what is the matter withHenry ? he looks very ill.'' Yes,' said his mamma, I am sorry to saythat he is very ill; we must lose no time ingetting advice for him.''Do not cry,' dear Mrs. Baron,' said littleHenry, seeing the tears running down hercheeks. We must all die-you know wemust-and death is very sweet to toe wholove the Lord Jesus Christ.''Oh, my child,' said his mamma, 'why doyou talk of dying ? you will live to be ajudge yet, and we shall see you with sevensilversticks before your palanquin.'' I do not wish it, mamma,' said Henry.The more Mrs. Baron looked at Henry, themore she was affected. For some momentsshe could not speak, or command her feelingsat all; but, after having drunk a little water,she became more composed, and proposedthat they should all immediately remove toher house. And when she found herself shutup in her palaniuin, she prayed earnestly toGod, that whether the sweet boy lived ordied, he might not be taken from her in hissickness, but that she might, with the help of


HIS BEARER BOOSY. 53God, administer holy nourishment to hisimmortal soul, and comfort to his little weakbody.When they were arrived at Mrs. Baron'shouse, she caused little Henry to be laid ona sofa by day in the sitting-room, and atnight in a room close by her own. The chiefsurgeonof the station was immediately sentfor, and7everything was done for little Henrythat the tenderest love could suggest.Berhampore happened at that time to bevery full, and Henry's mamma, finding manyof her old acquaintance there, was presentlyso deeply engaged in paying and receivingvisits, that she seemed again almost entirelyto forget Henry, and lost all her concernabout him, comforting herself, when she wasgoing to a great dinner or ball, that Mrs.Baron would be with him, and he would bewell taken care of. But it is a poor excuseto make for our neglect of duty, and one, Ifear, that will not' stand at the day of judg-ment, to say that there are others that willdo it as well for us.Notwithstanding all the surgeon could do,and all the care of Mrs. Baron, Henry's illness


54 LITTLE HENRY ANDincreased upon him, and every one had reasonto think that the dear little fellow's time onearth would soon come to an end. Mr. andMrs. Baron were by turns his almost constantattendants: when one left him, the othergenerally took the place by his couch. Itwas very interesting, and rather uncommon,to see a fine lively young man, like Mr.Baron, attending a little sick child, sometimesadministering to him his food or medicine,and sometimes reading the Bible to him;but Mr. Baron feared God.When Henry first came to Berhampore, hewas able to take the air in an evening in apalanquin, and could walk about the house,and two or three times he read a chapter inthe Hindoostanee Bible to Boosy; but hewas soon too weak to read, and his airingsbecame shorter and shorter. He was at lastobliged to give them quite up, and to takeentirely to his couch and bed, where heremained until his death.When Boosy saw that his little sahib's endwas drawing on, he was very sorrowful, andcould hardly be persuaded to leave him nightor day, even to get his khauna. He did


HIS BEARER BOOSY 55everything he could think of to please him(and more, as he afterwards said, to pleasehis dying master than his God). He began toread his chapters with some diligence, andlittle Henry could lie on his couch, listeningto Boosy,as he read (imperfectly indeed) theWord of God in Hindoostanee. Often hewould stop him, to explain to him what hexas reading; and very beautiful sometimeswere the remarks which he made, and bettersuited to the understanding of his bearer thanthose of an older or more learned personwould have been.The last time that his bearer read to him,Mrs. Baron sitting by him, he suddenlystopped him, saying, 'Ah, Boosy, if I hadnever read the Bible, and did not believe init, what an unhappy creature should I nowbe for in a very short time I shall " go downto the grave, to come up no more" (Job vii. 9)that is, until my body is raised at the lastday. When I was out last I saw a verypretty burying-ground, with many treesabout it. I knew that I should soon liethere-I mean that my body would; but Iwas not afraid, because I love my Lord Jesus


56 LITTLE HENRY ANDChrist, and I know that He will go downwith me unto the grave. I shall sleep withHim, and "I shall be satisfied, when I awake,with His likeness"' (Ps. xvii. 15). Hethen turned to Mrs. Baron, and said, '" Iknow that my Redeemer liveth, and that Heshall stand at the latter day upon the earth:and though after my skin worms destroy thisbody, yet in my flesh shall I see God" (Jobxix. 25, 26). O kind Mrs. Baron! who, whenI was a poor sinful child, brought me to theknowledge of mydear Redeemer, anbinting mewith sweet ointment (even His precious blood)for my burial, which was so soon to follow.''Dear child!' said Mrs. Baron, hardly ableto preserve her composure, dear child, givethe glory to God !''Yes, I will glorify Him for ever and ever,'cried the poor little boy; and he raised him-self up in his couch, joining his small andtaper fingers together; 'yes, I will praise Him,I will love Him. I was a grievous sinner;every imagination of the thought of my heartwas evil continually; I hated all good things.I hated even my Maker: but He sought meout; He washed me trom my sins in His own


HIS BEARER BOOYS. 57blood; He gave me a new heart; He hasclothed me with the garments of salvation,and hath put on me the robe of righteousness;He "hath abolished death, and brought lifeand immortality to light"' (2 Tim. i. 10).Then turning to his bearer, he said,' 0 mypoor bearer! what will become of you "ifyou neglect so great salvation ?"' (Heb. ii. 3.)' O Lord Jesus Christ,' he added,' turn theheart of my poor bearer !' This short prayer,which little Henry made in Hindoostanee,his bearer repeated, scarcely knowing what hewas doing. And this, as Boosy afterwardstold Mr. Smith, was the first prayer he hadever made to the true God-the first time hehad ever called upon His holy name.Having done speaking, little Henry laidhis head down on his pillow, and closed hiseyes. His spirit was full of joy, indeed, buthis flesh was weak; and he lay some hoursin a kind of slumber. When he awoke, hecalled Mrs. Baron, and begged her to singthe verse of the hymn he loved so much,'Jesus sought me,' etc., which she had taughthim at Dinapore. He smiled while she wassinging, but did not speak.


58 LITTLE HENRY ANDThat same evening Boosy, being left alonewith his little master, and seeing that he waswakeful and inclined to talk, said, 'Sahib, 1have been thinking all day that I am asinner, and always have been one; and Ibegin to believe that my sins are such asGunga cannot wash away. I wish I couldbelieve in the Lord Jesus Christ!'When Henry heard this, he strove to raisehimself up, but was unable on account of hisextreme weakness; yet his eyes sparkled withjoy. He endeavoured to speak, but could not,and at last he burst into tears. He soon,however, became more composed, and point-ing to his bearer to sit down on the floor byhis .couch, he said, 'Boosy, what you havenow said makes me very happy. I am veryvery happy to hear you call yourself a sinner,and such a one as Gunga cannot make clean.It is the Spirit of God through Jesus Christwhich has made this known to you. He hascalled you to come unto Him. Faithful isHe that calleth you. I shall yet see you, mypoor bearer, in "the general assembly andchurch of the first-born"' (Heb. xii. 23).SYou were kind to me when my own father


HIS BEARER BOOSY. 59and mother were dead. The first thing Ican remember is being carried by you to theMangoe tope, near my mamma's house atPatna. Nobody loved me then but you; andcould I depart in peace and leave you be-hind me in the way to hell? I could notbear to think of it! Thank God! thankGod! I knew He would hear my prayer;but I thought that perhaps you would notbegin to become a Christian till I was gone.When I am dead, Boosy,' added the little boy,'do you go to Mr. Smith at Calcutta. I can,not write to him, or else I would; but youshall take him one lock of my hair (I will getMrs. Baron to cut it off, and put it in paper),and tell him that I sent it. You must saythat Henry L---, who died at Berhampore,sent it, with this request, that good Mr. Smithwill take care of his poor bearer when he haslost caste for becoming a Christian.' Boosywould have told Henry that he was not quitedetermined to be a Christian, and that hecould not think of losing caste; but Henry,guessing what he was going, to say, put hishand upon his mouth. Stop! stop!' hesaid; 'do not say words which will make


60 LITTLE HENRY ANDGod angry, and which you will be sorry forby and by; for I know you will die aChristian. God has begun a good work inyou, and I am certain that He will finish it.'While Henry was talking to his bearer,Mrs. Baron had come into the room, but, notwishing to interrupt him, she had stood be-hind his couch; but now she came forward.As soon as he saw her, he begged her to takeoff his cap, and cut off some of his hair, asseveral of his friends wished for some. Shethought that she would endeavour to complywith his request. But when she took off hiscap, and his beautiful hair fell about his palesweet face-when she considered how soonthe time would be when the eye that hadseen him should see him no more-she couldnot restrain her feelings; but, throwing downthe scissors, and putting her arms roundhim,' O my child my dear, dear child !' shesaid,'I cannot bear it! I cannot part with youyet!'The poor little boy was affected; but hegently reproved her, saying, If you love me,you will rejoice, because I go to my Father"'(John xiv. 28).


HIS BEARER BOOSY. 61There was a considerable change in thechild during the night, and all the next daytill evening he lay in a kind of slumber; andwhen he was roused to take his medicine ornourishment, he seemed not to know wherehe was, or who was with him. In the even-ing he suddenly revived, and asked for hismamma. He had seldom asked for her be-fore. She was in the house, for she was notso hard-hearted (thoughtless as she was) as togo into gay company at this time, when thechild's death might be hourly expected. Shetrembled much when she heard that he askedfor her. She was conscious, perhaps, that shehad not fulfilled her duty by him. He re-ceived her affectionately when she went upto his bedside, and begged that everybodywould go out of the room, saying that he hadsomething very particular to speak about toher. He talked to her for some time, butnobody knows the particulars of their con-versation, though it is believed that the careof her immortal soul was the subject of thelast discourse which this dear little boy heldwith her. She came out of his room withher eyes swelling with crying, and his little


62 LITTLE HENRY ANDwell-worn Bible in hlit Laid (which he hadprobably given to her, as it always lay onhis bed by him); and, shutting herself inher room, she remained without seeing anyone till the news was brought that allwas over. From that time she never gaveher mind so entirely to the world as she hadformerly done, but became a more seriouscharacter, and daily read little Henry's Bible.But now to return to little Henry. Asthere are but few persons who love to medi-tate upon scenes of death, and too many areonly able to view the gloomy side of them,instead of following, by the eye of faith, theglorious progress of the departing saint, I willhasten to the end of my story. The next dayat twelve o'clock, being Sunday, he was de-livered from this evil world and received intoglory. His passage was calm, although notwithout some mortal pangs. 'May we diethe death of the righteous, and may our lastend be like his 1' (Num. xxiii. 10.)Mr. and Mrs. Baron and his bearer attendedhim to the last moment, and Mr. Baron fol-lowed him to the grave*Some time afterhis deathis mamma caused


HIS BEAERB BOOSY. 63a monument to be built over his grave, onwhich was inscribed his name, Henry L--,and his age, which at the time of his deathwas eight years and seven months. Under-neath was a part of. his favourite verse, from1 Thess. v., altering only one word-' Faithfulis He that called me.' And afterwards wasadded, by desire of Mr. Smith, this verse fromJas. v. 20-' He which converteth the sinnerfrom the error of his way, shall save a soulfrom death, and shall hide a multitude of sins.'"When I first visited Berhampore, I wentto see little Henry's monument. It was thenwhite and fair, and the inscription very plain;but I am told that the damp of that climatehas so defaced the inscription, and blackenedthe whole monument, that it cannot now bedistinguished from the tombs that surroundit. But this is of little consequence, as allwho remember Henry L-- have long agoleft Berhampore; and we are assured thatthis dear child has himself received 'an in-heritance that fadeth not away' (1 Pet. i. 4).* The world passeth away, and the lust there-of; but he that doeth the will of God abidethfor ever' (1 John ii. 17).


64 LITTLE HENRY.Every person who reads this, will, I think,be anxious to know what became of Boosy.Immediately after the funeral of his littlesahib, having received his wages, with a hand-some present, he carried the lock of hair,which Mrs. Baron sealed up carefully, with aletter from her to Mr. Smith. He was re-ceived into Mr. Smith's family, and removedwith him to a distant part of India, whereshortly after he renounced caste, and declaredhimself a Christian. After due examination,he was baptized, and continued till his death(which happened not very long after) a sin-cere Christian. It was on the occasion of thebaptism of Boosy, to whom the Christianname of John was given, that the last versewas added to the monument of little Henry.


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