the others and said, "After I am gone Brother Marshman will turn the
cows into my garden." The reply was prompt, "Far be it from me; though
I have not your botanical tastes, the care of the garden in which you
have taken so much delight, shall be to me a sacred duty."[34]

Of strangers his most frequent visitor was the Governor-General's wife,
Lady William Bentinck. Her husband was in South India, and she spent
most of her time in Barrackpore Park retreat opposite to Carey's house.
From her frequent converse with him, in his life as well as now, she
studied the art of dying. Daniel Wilson, Bishop of Calcutta, learned
to delight in Serampore almost from the beginning of his long
episcopate, and in later years he lived there more than in Calcutta.
On the 14th February 1833 he first visited Carey, "his interview with
whom, confined as he was to his room, and apparently on the verge of
the celestial world, was peculiarly affecting." In the last of
subsequent visits the young Bishop asked the dying missionary's
benediction. With all the talk was the same, a humble resignation to
the will of God, firm trust in the Redeemer of sinners, a joyful
gratitude for the wonderful progress of His Kingdom. What a picture is
this that his brethren sent home six weeks before he passed away. "Our
aged and venerable brother feels himself growing gradually weaker. He
can scarcely rise from his couch, and it is with great difficulty that
he is carried out daily to take the air. Yet he is free from all pain
as to disease, and his mind is in a most serene and happy state. He is
in full possession of his faculties, and, although with difficulty, on
account of his weakness, he still converses with his friends from day
to day."

The hottest season of the year crept wearily on during the month of May
and the first week of June. Each night he slept well, and each day he
was moved to his couch in the dining-room for air. There he lay,
unable to articulate more than a word or two, but expressing by his
joyful features union in prayer and interest in conversation. On the
22nd May the English mail arrived with gladdening intelligence from Mr.
Hope--God's people were praying and giving anew for the mission.
Especially was his own latest station of Cherra-poonjee remembered. As
he was told that a lady, anonymously, had offered L500 for that
mission, L500 for the college, L500 for the translations, and L100 for
the mission generally, he raise