Now it happened, about this time, that Henry's mamma had occasion to go to Calcutta; and as she went by water, she took Henry and his bearer in the budgerow [a kind of barge] with her. Henry had not been well, and she thought the change of air might do him good. It was at the end of the rains; at that season of the year when India is most green and beautiful, although not most healthy. When the budgerow came to anchor in the evening, Henry used to take a walk with his bearer; and sometimes they would ramble among the fields and villages for more than a mile from the river. Henry had all his life been confined to one spot; so, you may be sure, he was well pleased to see so many different countries, and asked many questions about the things which he saw. And often during these rambles, he used to have an argument with Boosy concerning the great Creator of all things: and Henry would say to his bearer, that the great God who made all things, could not be like the gods which he believed in, which, according to his accounts of them, were more wicked and foolish than the worst men.

Once in particular, it was in one of those lovely places near the Raja-mehal hills; Henry and his bearer went to walk. Henry's mamma had during the day been very cross to him, and the poor little fellow did not feel well, although he did not complain; but he was glad when he got out of the boat. The sun was just setting, and a cool breeze blew over the water, with which the little boy being refreshed, climbed without difficulty to the top of a little hill where was a tomb. Here they sat down: and Henry could not but admire the beautiful prospect which was before them. On their left-hand was the broad stream of the Ganges winding round the curved shore, till it was lost behind the Raja-mehal hills. The budgerow, gayly painted, was fastened to the shore just below them; and with it many lesser boats, with thatched and sloping roofs. The dandies [boatmen] and native servants, having finished their day's work, were preparing their khauna, [food] in distinct parties, according to their several castes, upon the banks of the river: some grinding their mussala [a general name for spices, salt, medicine, etc.], some lighting their little fires, some washing their brass vessels, and others sitting in a circle upon the ground smoking their cocoa-nut hookahs. Before them, and on their right hand, was a beautiful country, abounding with corn-fields, topes of trees, thatched cottages with their little bamboo porches, plantain and palm trees; beyond which the Raja-mehal hills were seen, some bare to their summits, and others covered with jungle, [uncultivated waste land, overrun with brushwood or weeds] which even now affords a shelter to tigers, rhinoceroses, and wild hogs.

Henry sat silent a long time. At last he said "Boosy, this is a good country: that is, it would be a very good country if the people were Christians. Then they would not be so idle as they now are; and they would agree together, and clear the jungles, and build churches to worship God in. It will be pleasant to see the people, when they are Christians, all going on a Sunday morning to some fair church built among those hills, and to see them in an evening sitting at the door of their houses reading the shaster [Hindoo religious books] -- I do not mean your shaster, but our shaster, God's book."

Boosy answered, that he knew there would be a time when all the world would be of one religion, and when there would be no caste; [all the Hindoos are divided into classes, such as priests, soldiers, labourers, etc. and these classes are called Castes. --The distinction of caste is perpetual; to whatever class a man belongs, his son, and his grandson, and all his descendants must belong to the same.] but 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 all shall be like dear brothers. It is a better country than this: there are no evil beasts; there is no more hunger, no more thirst; there the waters are sure; there the sun does not scorch by day, nor the moon smite by night. It is a country to which I sometimes think and hope I shall go very soon: I wish, Boosy, you would be persuaded either to go with me, or to follow me."

"What!" said Boosy, is sahib going to Willaet?" [country: but generally applied to Europe]. And then he said, he hoped not; for he could never follow him through the black water, as the Hindoos call the seas.

Henry then explained to him, that he did not mean England, but heaven. "Sometimes I think," said he, "when I feel the pain which I 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 Lord Jesus Christ!" And then Henry, getting up, threw his arms around Boosy's neck, and begged him to be a Christian. "Dear Boosy," he said, "good Boosy, do try to be a Christian." But poor little Henry's attempts were yet quite ineffectual.

In little more than a month's time from their leaving Dinapore, they reached Calcutta, and were received into the house of a worthy gentleman of the name of Smith. When Henry's mamma was settled in Mr. Smith's house, she found less inclination, if possible, than ever, to pay any attention to Henry. According to the custom of India, she must pay the first visit to all her acquaintance in Calcutta. Her dresses, too, having all been made at Dinapore, did not agree with the last European fashions which were come out: these were all to be altered, and new ones bought; and it was a good deal of trouble to direct the tailor to do this properly. Her hair was not dressed in the fashion: and her ayah [a waiting maid] was very stupid; it was many days before she could forget the old way, and learn the new one. So poor Henry was quite forgotten in all this bustle: and, although he was for several days very ill, and complained to his bearer that his side gave him great pain, yet his mamma never knew it.

Mr. and Mrs. Smith once or twice remarked, when they looked at Henry, that the child was very pale, and that his eyes were heavy: but his mamma answered, "O, this is nothing; the child is well enough; children in India, you know, have that look."

It happened one afternoon, as Mr. and Mrs. Smith and Henry's mamma were in the drawing-room after tiffin, while the ladies were giving their opinion upon a magazine, which contained an account of the last European fashion of carriages and dresses, &c. (for I am sorry to say, that Mrs. Smith, although she had the best example in her husband, had still to learn not to love the world) Mr. Smith, half angry with them, and yet not knowing whether he should presume to give them a check, was walking up and down the room with a rather hasty step; when his eye, as he passed the door, caught little Henry sitting on the mat at the head of the stairs, between his bearer's knees, with his Bible in his hand. His back being turned towards the drawing-room door, Mr. Smith had an opportunity of observing what he was about without being seen; he accordingly stood still, and listened; and he heard the gentle voice of Henry, as he tried to interpret the sacred book to his bearer in the bearer's own language.

Mr. Smith at first could scarcely believe what he saw and heard: but, at last, being quite sure he was not dreaming, he turned hastily towards the ladies, exclaimmg, "Twenty-five years have I been in India, and never have I seen any thing like this. Heaven be praised! truly is it written, 'Out of the mouth of babes and sucklings thou hast perfected praise.' Matthew 21:16. For shame! for shame! Mrs. Smith, will you never lay aside your toys and gewgaws? Do give me that book, and I will let the cook have it to light his fire with. -- Here are two persons, who have been nearly fifty years in the world, sitting together talking of their finery and painted toys; while a little creature, who eight years ago had not breathed the breath of life, is endeavouring to impart divine knowledge to the heathen. 'But God hath chosen the foolish things of the world to confound the wise; and God hath chosen the weak things of the world to confound the things which are mighty.'" 1 Corinthians 1:27.

"My dear," cried Mrs. Smith, "surely you forget yourself! What can you mean? -- Toys and finery -- my dear, my dear, you are very rude!"

"Rude!" said Henry's mamma, "rude, indeed! Mr. Smith -- and pray, sir, what do you mean by saying, 'Fifty years?' Do you suppose that I am fifty years old? -- Extraordinary indeed!"

"I beg pardon," said Mr. Smith; "I did not mean to offend -- but there is that little boy trying to explain the Bible to his bearer."

"But, surely," said Henry's mamma, "you do not think that I am fifty years of age? -- you are mistaken by twenty years."

MRS. SMITH. O! my dear madam, you must excuse my husband. Whenever he is a little angry with me, he tells me that I am getting old. But I am so used to it that I never mind it.

MR. SMITH. Well, my dear; leave me, if you please, to speak for myself. I am not a man that disguises the truth. Whether I speak or not, time runs on, death and eternity approach. I do not see why it should be a matter of politeness to throw dust in each other's eyes -- but enough of this, and too much. I want to know the meaning of what I but now saw: a little English child of seven years of age endeavouring to explain the Bible to his bearer. I did not even know that the child could read.

"O," said Henry's mamma, "this matter is easily explained. I had a young lady in my house at Patna, some time since, who taught the child to read: for this I was obliged to her. But she was not satisfied with that alone; she made a Methodist, a downright canting Methodist of the boy. I never knew it till it was too late."

MR. SMITH. A Methodist! -- What do you mean, madam?

"Indeed," said Henry's mamma, "the child has never been himself since. Captain D----, of the ---- native infantry, when they were quartered at Dinapore, used to have such sport with him. He taught him, when he was but two years old, to call the dogs and the horses, and to swear at the servants in English -- but I shall offend Mr. Smith again," she added; "I suspect him a little of being a Methodist himself. Am I right, Mrs. Smith?" And she laughed at her own wit. But Mrs. Smith looked grave; and Mr. Smith lifted up his eyes to heaven, saying, "May God Almighty turn your heart!"

"O, Mr. Smith," said Henry's mamma, "you take the matter too seriously: I was only speaking in jest."

"I shall put that to the trial, madam," said Mr. Smith. "If you really feel no ill-will against religion, and people who call themselves religious, you will not refuse to let me consider Henry as my pupil while you remain in my house; which I hope will be as long as you can make it convenient. You have known me some years (I will not say how many, lest you should be angry again), and you will make allowances for my plain dealing."

"Well," said Henry's mamma, "we know you are an oddity: take your own way, and let me take mine." So she got up to dress for her evening airing on the course: and thus this strange conversation ended in good-humour; for she was not, upon the whole, an ill-tempered woman.

The same evening, his mamma being gone out, Mr. Smith called Henry into his own room; and learned from him all that he could tell of his own history, and of the young lady who had taught him to read his Bible, and had advised him to try to make Boosy a Christian. I will relate to you the last part of this discourse which passed between Mr. Smith and Henry.

MR. SMITH. Do you think that Boosy's heart is at all turned towards God?.

HENRY. No, I do not think that it is; although for the last half year I have been constantly talking to him about God; but he still will have it, that his own idols are true gods.

MR. SMITH. It is almost dangerous, my dear little boy, for a child like you to dispute with a heathen: for although you are in the right, and he is in the wrong, yet Satan, who is the father of lies, may put words into his mouth which may puzzle you; so that your faith may be shaken, while his remains unchanged.

HENRY. Oh! sir; must I give up the hope of Boosy's being made a Christian. Poor Boosy! he has taken care of me ever since I was born.

MR. SMITH. But suppose, my dear boy, that I could put you in a better way of converting Boosy: a safe way to yourself, and a better way for him? Can Boosy read?

HENRY. Only a very little, I believe.

MR. SMITH. Then you must learn to read for him.

HENRY. How, sir?

MR. SMITH. If I could get for you some of the most important chapters in the Bible, such as the first chapters of Genesis, which speak of the creation of the world and the fall of man, with the first promise of the Saviour, and some parts of the gospel translated into Boosy's language, would you try to read them to him? I will teach you the letters, or characters as they are called, in which they will be written.

HENRY. O! I will learn them with joy.

MR. SMITH. Well, my boy, come every morning into my study, and I will teach you the Persian characters; for those are what will be used in the copy of the chapters I shall put into your hands. Some time or other, the whole Bible will be translated in this manner.

HENRY. Will the words be Persian, sir? I know Boosy does not understand Persian.

Mr. SMITH. No, my dear child; the words will be the same as those you speak every day with the natives. When you have as much of the Bible as I can get prepared for you in this manner, you must read it to your bearer every day; praying continually that God will bless his holy Word to him. And never fear, my dear, but that the Word of God will do its work; "For as the rain cometh down, and the snow from heaven, and returneth not thither, but watereth the earth, and maketh it bring forth and bud, that it may give seed to the sower, and bread to the eater: so shall my word be that goeth forth out of my mouth: it shall not return unto me void, but it shall accomplish that which I please, and it shall prosper in the thing whereto I sent it." Isaiah 55:10,11. -- "But do not, my dear boy," added Mr. Smith, "argue and dispute with your bearer about religion; you are not yet able. Only read the Bible to him, and pray for him continually; leaving the rest with God."

But, not to make my story too long; while Henry's mamma remained at Calcutta, which was more than a year, Henry received a lesson every day from Mr. Smith in his study; and Mr. Smith taught him the Persian characters, and provided him with as many chapters in the Bible in Hindoostanee as he could get properly prepared in a short time: these he had bound together in red morocco, and presented them to Henry, not without asking the blessing of God upon them.

How delighted was Henry when he received the book, and found that he could read it easily! He was in his place on the mat between Boosy's knees in a minute, and you might have heard him reading from one end of the house to the other, for he could not contain himself for joy. Nor was he contented with reading it himself, he must make Boosy learn to read it too. And this was brought about much sooner than you would have supposed it possible for as Henry learned the Persian letters from day to day of Mr. Smith, he was accustomed afterward to write them on a slate, and make Boosy copy them as they sat together; and so, by degrees, he taught them all to his bearer before he was in possession of the Hindoostanee copy of the chapters.

"Now, my boy," said Mr. Smith, "you are in the safe way of giving instruction, in an ancient path cast up by God. Jeremiah 18:15. Do not trust to the words of your own wisdom, but to the Word of God. Hold fast to the Scripture, dear boy, and you will be safe. And be not impatient, if the seed you sow should not spring up immediately: something tells me that I shall see Boosy a Christian before I die; or if I do not see that day, he that outlives me will."

Now the time arrived, when Henry's mamma was to leave Calcutta. Indeed, she had staid much longer there than she had at first proposed; but there were so many amusements going forward; so much lively company; so many fashionable dresses to purchase; that she could not find in her heart to leave them, although she was heartily tired of Mr. Smith's company. She respected him indeed, as an old friend and worthy man; but he had such particular ways, she said, that sometimes she had difficulty to put up with them.

She proposed, as she went up the country, to stop at Berhampore, to see Mrs. Baron. When Henry heard of this, he was greatly pleased; yet, when he came to take leave of Mr. Smith, he cried very much.

As they went up the river, Henry took every opportunity of reading his chapters to his bearer, when his mamma could not overhear him: and he had many opportunities early in the morning, and in the afternoon when his mamma was asleep, as she always slept for an hour after tiffin [luncheon; midday meal]. He proceeded very well indeed, Boosy daily improving, at least, in his knowledge of the Bible: till the weather suddenly becoming excessively hot, Henry was seized with a return of violent pain in his side, and other very bad symptoms. He became paler and thinner, and could not eat. His mamma, having no company to divert her, soon took notice of the change in the child, and began to be frightened; and so was his bearer. So they made all the haste they could to Berhampore, that they might procure advice from the doctors there, and get into a cool house, for the boat was excessively hot: but, notwithstanding all the haste which they made, there was a great change in the poor little boy before they reached Berhampore.

When they had come within a day's journey of the place; they sent a servant forward to Mrs. Baron's; so that, when the budgerow stopped the next day near the cantonments, Mrs. Baron herself was waiting on the shore with palanquins ready to carry them to her house. As soon as the board was fixed from the boat to the bank of the river, she jumped out of her palanquin, and was in the budgerow in a minute, with little Henry in her arms. "O, my dear, dear boy!" she said, "my dear, dear boy! She could say no more, so great was her joy: but, when she looked at him, and saw how very ill he appeared, her joy was presently damped; and she said, in her haste, to his mamma, "Dear madam, what is the matter with Henry? he looks very ill."

"Yes," said his mamma, "I am sorry to say that he is very ill; we must lose no time in getting advice for him."

"Do not cry, dear Mrs. Baron," said little Henry, seeing the tears running down her cheeks; "we must all die, you know we must, and death is very sweet to those who love the Lord Jesus Christ."

"O, my child," said his mamma, "why do you talk of dying? you will live to be a judge yet, and we shall see you with seven silver sticks before your palanquin."

"I do not wish it, mamma," said Henry.

The more Mrs. Baron looked at Henry, the more she was affected. For some moments she could not speak, or command her feelings at all; but after drinking a little water, she became more composed; and proposed that they should all immediately remove to her house. And when she found herself shut up in her palanquin, she prayed earnestly to God, that whether the sweet baby lived or died, he might not be taken from her in his sickness; but that she might, with the help of God, administer holy nourishment to his immortal soul, and comfort to his little weak body.

When they had arrived at Mrs. Baron's house, she caused Henry to be laid on a sofa by day in the sitting room, and at night in a room, close by her own. The chief surgeon of the station was immediately sent for, and every thing was done for little Henry that the tenderest love could suggest.

Berhampore happened at that time to be very full; and Henry's mamma, finding many of her old acquaintances there, was presently so deeply engaged in paying and receiving visits, that she seemed again almost entirely to forget Henry, and lost all her concern about him: comforting herself, when she was going to a great dinner or ball, that Mrs. Baron would be with him, and he would be well taken care of. But it is a poor excuse to make for our neglect of duty, and one I fear that will not stand at the day of judgment, to say that there are others that will do it as well for us.

Notwithstanding all the surgeon could do, and all the care of Mrs. Baron, Henry's illness increased upon him; and every one had reason to think that the dear little fellow's time on earth would soon come to an end. Mr. and Mrs. Baron were by turns his almost constant attendants: when one left him, the other generally took the place by his couch. It was very interesting, and rather uncommon, to see a fine lively young man, like Mr. Baron, attending a little sick child; and sometimes administering to him his food or medicine, and sometimes reading the Bible to him -- for Mr. Baron feared God.

When Henry first came to Berhampore, he was able to take the air in the evening in a palanquin, and could walk about the house; and two or three times he read a chapter in the Hindoostance Bible to Boosy: but he was soon too weak to read, and his airings became shorter and shorter; he was at last obliged to give them quite up, and to take entirely to his couch and bed, where he remained until his death.

When Boosy saw that his little sahib's end was drawing on, he was very sorrowful, and could hardly be persuaded to leave him night or day, even to get his khauna. He did every thing he could think of to please him: and, more as he afterward said, to please his dying master than his God, he began to read his chapters with some diligence; and little Henry would lie on his couch, listening to Boosy as he read (imperfectly indeed) the Word of God in Hindoostanee. Often he would stop him, to explain to him what he was reading; and very beautiful sometimes were the remarks which he made, and better suited to the understanding of his bearer than those of an older or more learned person would have been.

The last time that his bearer read to him, Mrs. Baron sitting by him, he suddenly stopped him, saying, "Ah, Boosy, if I had never read the Bible, and did not believe in it, what an unhappy creature should I now be! for in a very short time I shall 'go down to the grave to come up no more;' Job 7:9. that is, until my body is raised at the last day. When I was out last, I saw a very pretty burying ground with many trees about it. I knew that I should soon lie there; I mean that my body would; but I was not afraid, because I love my Lord Jesus Christ, and I know that he will go down with me unto the grave: I shall sleep with him, and 'I shall be satisfied, when I awake, with [his] likeness.' Psalm 17:15. He then turned to Mrs. Baron, and said, 'I know that my Redeemer liveth, and that he shall stand at the latter day upon the earth: and though after my skin worms destroy this body, yet in my flesh I shall see God.' Job 19:25,26. O kind Mrs. Baron! who when I was a poor sinful child, brought me to the knowledge of my Redeemer; anointing me with sweet ointment (even his precious blood) for my burial, which was so soon to follow."

"Dear child!" said Mrs. Baron, hardly able to preserve her composure, "dear child! give the glory to God."

"Yes, I will glorify him for ever and ever," cried the poor little boy; and he raised himself up in his couch, joining his small and taper fingers together "yes, I will praise him, I will love him. I was a grievous sinner; every imagination of the thought of my heart was evil continually; I hated all good things; I hated even my Maker; but he sought me out; he washed me from my sins in his own blood; he gave me a new heart; he has clothed me with the garments of salvation, and hath put on me the robe of righteousness; he "hath abolished death, and hath brought life and immortality to light." 2 Timothy 1:10. Then turning to his bearer he said, "O my poor bearer! what will become of you, 'if you neglect so great salvation?'" Hebrews 2:3. "O Lord Jesus Christ," he added, "turn the heart of my poor bearer!" This short prayer, which little Henry made in Hindoostanee, his bearer repeated, scarcely knowing what he was doing. And this, as Boosy afterward told Mr. Smith was the first prayer he had ever made to the true God -- the first time he had ever called upon his holy name.

Having done speaking, little Henry laid his head down on his pillow, and closed his eyes. His spirit was full of joy indeed, but his flesh was weak and he lay some hours in a kind of slumber. When he awoke, he called Mrs. Baron, and begged her to sing the verse of the hymn he loved so much, "Jesus sought me, &c." which she had taught him at Dinapore. He smiled while she was singing, but did not speak.

That same evening, Boosy being left alone with his little master, and seeing that he was wakeful and inclined to talk, said, "Sahib, I have been thinking all day that I am a sinner, and always have been one; and I begin to believe that my sins are such as Gunga cannot wash away. I wish I could believe in the Lord Jesus Christ!"

When Henry heard this, he strove to raise himself up, but was unable, on account of his extreme weakness; yet his eyes sparkled with joy: he endeavoured to speak, but could not; and at last he burst into tears. He soon however became more composed, and pointing to his bearer to sit down on the floor by his couch, he said, "Boosy, what you have now said makes me very happy; I am very, very 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 Christ which has made this known to you; he has called you to come unto him. Faithful is he that calleth you. I shall yet see you, my poor bearer, in the 'general assembly and church of the first-born.'" Hebrews 12:23. "You were kind to me when my own father and mother were dead. The first thing I can remember is being carried by you to the Mangoe tope near my mamma's house at Patna. Nobody loved me then but you; and could I depart in peace, and leave you behind me in the way to hell! I could not bear to think of it! Thank God! thank God! I knew he would hear my prayer; but I thought that perhaps you would not begin to become a Christian till I was gone. When I am dead, Boosy," added the little boy, "do go to Mr. Smith at Calcutta. I cannot write to him, or else I would; but you shall take him one lock of my hair (I will get Mrs. Baron to cut it off, and put it in paper), and tell him that I sent it. You must say, that Henry L----, who died at Berhampore, sent it, with this request, that good Mr. Smith will take care of his poor bearer when he has lost caste for becoming a Christian." [Caste. The Hindoos are divided into various castes or classes, of different degrees of rank. To lose their caste, is reckoned by this people the lowest degradation; this punishment is the inevitable consequence of renouncing their religion]. Boosy would have told Henry that he was not quite determined to be a Christian, and that he could not think of losing caste; but Henry guessing what he was going to say, put his hand upon his mouth. "Stop! stop!" he said; "do not say words which will make God angry, and which you will be sorry for by-and-by: for I know you will die a Christian. God has begun a good work in you, and I am certain that he will finish it."

While Henry was talking to his bearer, Mrs. Baron had come into the room; but not wishing to interrupt him, she had stood behind his couch; but now she came forward. As soon as he saw her, he begged her to take off his cap, and cut off some of his hair, as several of his friends wished for some. She thought that she would endeavour to comply with his request. But when she took off his cap, and his beautiful hair fell about his pale sweet face; when she considered how soon the time would be when the eye that had seen him should see him no more; she could not restrain her feelings; but, throwing down the scissors, and putting her arm round him, "O my child! my dear, dear child!" she said, "I cannot bear it! I cannot part with you yet!"

The poor little boy was affected: but he gently reproved her, saying, "If you love me, you will rejoice, because I go to my Father." John 14:28.

There was a considerable change in the child during the night; and all the next day till evening he lay in a kind of slumber: and when he was roused to take his medicine or nourishment, he seemed not to know where he was, or who was with him. In the evening he suddenly revived, and asked for his mamma. He had seldom asked for her before. She was in the house; for she was not so hard-hearted (thoughtless as she was) as to go into merry company at this time, when the child's death might be hourly expected. She trembled much when she heard that he asked for her. She was conscious, perhaps, that she had not fulfilled her duty by him. He received her affectionately, when she went up to his bedside, and begged that everybody would go out of the room, saying that he had something very particular to speak about to her. He talked to her for some time, but nobody knows the particulars of their conversation though it is believed that the care of her immortal soul was the subject of the last discourse which this dear little boy held with her. She came out of his room with her eyes swelled with crying, and his little well-worn Bible in her hand (which he had probably given to her, as it had hitherto always lain on his bed by him), and shutting herself in her room, she remained, without seeing any one, till the news was brought that all was over. From that time she never gave her mind so entirely to the world as she had formerly done; but became a more serious character, and daily read little Henry's Bible.

But now to return to little Henry. As there are but few persons who love to meditate upon scenes of death, and too many are only able to view the gloomy side of them, instead of following, by the eye of faith, the glorious progress of the departing saint; I will hasten to the end of my story. The next day at twelve o'clock, being Sunday, he was delivered from this evil world, and received into glory. His passage was calm, although not without some mortal pangs. May we "die the death of the righteous, and may our last end be like his!" Numbers 23:10.

Mr. and Mrs. Baron and his bearer attended him to the last moment, and Mr. Baron followed him to the grave.

Some time after his death, his mamma caused a monument to be built over his grave, on which was inscribed his name, Henry L----, and his age, which at the time of his death was eight years and seven months. Underneath was a part of his favourite verse, from 1 Thessalonians 5., altering only one word. "Faithful is he that calleth me." And afterward was added, by desire of Mr. Smith, this verse, from James 5:20. "He which converteth the sinner from the error of his way shall save a soul from death, and shall hide a multitude of sins."

When I first visited Berhampore, I went to see little Henry's monument. It was then white and fair, and the inscription very plain: but I am told, that the damp of that climate has so defaced the inscription and blackened the whole monument, that it cannot now be distinguished from the tombs which surround it. But this is of little consequence, as all who remember Henry L---- have long ago left Berhampore; and we are assured that this dear child has himself received "an inheritance ... that fadeth not away." 1 Peter 1:4. "The world passeth away, and the lust thereof: but he that doeth the will of God abideth for ever." 1 John 2:17.

Every person who reads this story will, I think, be anxious to know what became of Boosy. Immediately after the funeral of his little sahib, having received his wages, with a handsome present, he carried the lock of hair, which Mrs. Baron sealed up carefully, with a letter from her to Mr. Smith. He was received into Mr. Smith's family, and removed with him to a distant part of India; where, shortly after, he renounced caste and declared himself a Christian. After due examination, he was baptized; and continued till his death (which happened not very long after) a sincere Christian. It was on the occasion of the baptism of Boosy, to whom the Christian name of John was given, that the last verse was added to the little monument of Henry.

From Mrs. Baron and Mr. Smith I gathered most of the anecdotes relative to the history of Henry L----.

Little children in India remember Henry L----, and go and do ... likewise. Luke 10:37. For "they that be wise shall shine as the brightness of the firmament; and they that turn many to righteousness, as the stars for ever and ever." Daniel 12:3

The End