other, "W.
CAREY."

Two months later he was at his old work, able "now and then to read a
proof sheet of the Scriptures."

"SERAMPORE, 25th Sept. 1833.

"MY DEAR SISTERS--My being able to write to you now is quite unexpected
by me, and, I believe, by every one else; but it appears to be the will
of God that I should continue a little time longer. How long that may
be I leave entirely with Him, and can only say, 'All the days of my
appointed time will I wait till my change come.' I was, two months or
more ago, reduced to such a state of weakness that it appeared as if my
mind was extinguished; and my weakness of body, and sense of extreme
fatigue and exhaustion, were such that I could scarcely speak, and it
appeared that death would be no more felt than the removing from one
chair to another. I am now able to sit and to lie on my couch, and now
and then to read a proof sheet of the Scriptures. I am too weak to
walk more than just across the house, nor can I stand even a few
minutes without support. I have every comfort that kind friends can
yield, and feel, generally, a tranquil mind. I trust the great point
is settled, and I am ready to depart; but the time when, I leave with
God.

"3rd Oct.--I am not worse than when I began this letter.--I am, your
very affectionate brother, WM. CAREY."

His latest message to Christendom was sent on the 30th September, most
appropriately to Christopher Anderson:--"As everything connected with
the full accomplishment of the divine promises depends on the almighty
power of God, pray that I and all the ministers of the Word may take
hold of His strength, and go about our work as fully expecting the
accomplishment of them all, which, however difficult and improbable it
may appear, is certain, as all the promises of God are in Him, yea, and
in Him, Amen." Had he not, all his career, therefore expected and
attempted great things?

He had had a chair fixed on a small platform, constructed after his own
direction, that he might be wheeled through his garden. At other times
the chief gardener Hullodhur, reported to him the state of the
collection of plants, then numbering about 2000. Dr. Marshman saw his
friend daily, sometimes twice a day, and found him always what Lord
Hastings had described him to be--"the cheerful old man." On the only
occasion on which he seemed sad, Dr. Marshman as he was leaving the
room turned and asked why. With deep feeling the dying scholar looked
to