to calculate. In a letter dated August 4, 1814, he informs Mr. Fuller that the number of languages into which the scriptures were translated, in whole or in part, was twentysix.

The days of Dr. Carey were extended to length unusual in the climate of India, and he enjoyed his faculties and ability to employ them to the last. The letter by which his correspondence with England closed, we shall insert, as an interesting relic of such a man.

"My dear Sisters,

Serampore, Sept. 25, 1833.

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 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 ago or more, 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 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 I leave with God.

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I am your very affectionate Brother,

He died on the 9th of June, 1834.

WM. CAREY."

An interesting sketch of Dr. Carey, as an oriental scholar and translator, is supplied by H. H. Wilson, Esq. Professor of Sanscrit, in the University of Oxford. This document concludes as follows ;

Enough has been said to shew that Dr. Carey was a man of no ordinary powers of mind; that he was endowed with prompt and acute apprehension; that he must have been capable of vigorous and enduring application; that his tastes were varied, and his attainments vast; and

that he perseveringly and zealously devoted all his faculties and acquire. ments to the intellectual and spiritual improvement of his fellow-creatures in the East."

Interesting as this memoir is, it has by no means exhausted the subject; on the contrary, it leaves us anxious that much more should be supplied. The Editor states in his preface "that he has endeavoured, throughout the work, to exhibit the christian and the missionary, rather than the philosopher and the scholar." Hence much is only glanced at, which the literary admirers of Dr. Carey would wish to be exhibited fully, and we hope that another hand will supply the deficiency. The subject of this memoir was distinguished for his love of science; his botanical garden was very celebrated. He was fellow of the London Linnæan Society; member of the Geological Society; and corresponding member of the Horticultural Society of London. His connection with literary and scientific characters must have been attended with an extensive correspondence, which would admirably illustrate his character. While we feel thankful to Mr. E. Carey for this tribute to the memory of his revered relative, we hope his labours will not supersede such a life as we have alluded to.

We conclude this notice with an extract, which will endear him to all who can appreciate the value of the subjects to which it refers. It occurs in a letter to Mr. Sutcliff, dated Aug. 12. 1809.

"I have written for some works on science, which I hope you will send. I think your best way is to send my list of roots, seeds, &c., to some nurseryman of note in London, with orders to ship them on the Providence, directed to me. Were you to give a penny a day to a boy to gather seeds of cowslips, violets, daisies, crowfoots, &c. and to dig up the roots of blue bells, &c. after they have done flowering, you might fill me a box every quarter of a year; and surely some neighbours would send a few snowdrops, crocuses, &c., and other trifles. All your weeds, even your nettles and thistles, are taken the greatest care of by me here. The American friends are twenty times more communicative than the English in this respect; indeed though you cannot buy a little cabbage seed here under about £2. 2s. yet I have never

been able to extort an ounce, or a quart of kidney beans, from all the friends in England. Do try and mend a little.”

Sir,

To the Editor of the County Miscellany.

The following short piece of Poetry has been transmitted to me by a friend; should you deem it worthy a place in your Miscellany, an insertion will greatly oblige

A SUBSCRIBER,

GOD THE CHRISTIAN'S SUPPORT.

I 100KED unto God in the season of anguish,

When earth and its trifles could charm me no more;
When pain and affliction had caused me to languish,
And the dream of my youthful existence was o'er.
I looked unto Him who alone can deliver;

Whose arm of omnipotence never shall yield:
And I prayed that his grace might support me for ever,
My rock, and my refuge, my sun, and my shield.

How bitterly then did my conscience upbraid me,

For the least of my crimes I had nothing to plead !
But I thought of the promise which Jesus had made me,
And I cried unto him in the time of my need,
Yes, He whose entreaties so oft I'd neglected,
And met all his kind invitations with scorn;
The Saviour and Prince whom I thus had rejected,
Was my only relief when I wandered forlorn.

Yet still-Oh! the baseness that reigns in my spirit,
I often forget thee, my heavenly Friend,
And thankless for all which from Thee 1 inherit,

Deny thee, and grieve thee,—aye! times without end.

I

How oft, when the worldling has dared me to trial,
Have I passed him in silence, regardlessly by ;
Was this like the courage, the boundless denial,
Which a sense of thy favour should ever supply?

O Father of mercies, assist me to cherish

The light of thy word in my innermost soul;
Without thy assistance, I feel I must perish

In the tempest of sin which I cannot control.
But thou who can'st say to the foam-crested ocean,
"Thus far, and no farther thy proud waves shall come,'
Thou only canst curb each unhallowed emotion,
And guide me in peace to my glorious home.

A VISIT TO LUTON POOR-HOUSE.

THE excitement occasioned among the poorer classes of society by the proposed alteration in the poor laws, can only he conceived by those who are intimately acquainted with them. Ministers of the gospel and medical men could tell strange tales of the fears by which many bosoms were agitated at the prospect of change, which it was always believed by those most interested, would be a change for the worse. I knew one old man whose days, I verily believe, were shortened by this agitation. He had long been a pensioner on the funds of the parish, and lived with his wife in calm contentment, universally respected, and by many, much beloved But the rumour of an alteration in that system on which he was dependant, interrupted his happiness; the introduction of the bill into parliament produced strange nervous derangement; and that part of the enactment which rendered an abode in the workhouse more imperative than

before, exaggerated as it was by report, caused the " weary wheels of life' to stand still. My conviction always has been that he was a victim to the fear of a POOR-HOUSE.

When the building erected for the use of the parishes of the Luton Union reared its head in substantial and sullen grandeur in the suburbs of the town, many a jealous eye was cast upon it, and every little circumstance was closely scrutinized. The size of the rooms and of the fire-places ; the position of the windows as to the bearing they would have on the beautiful green fields by which the house is surrounded,—all was commented upon as the hopes or fears of parties predominated. One general conclusion, however, was formed, that the Poor-house had a very prison-looking exterior, and there was little doubt that the internal arrangements would correspond.

After the old retirements of many an aged man and woman were broken in upon, and their inmates were safely consigned to their new abode at Luton, I embraced an early opportunity of seeing for myself, and forming my own conclusions. The appearance of the building in front is rather imposing; a very neat wall of peculiar construction faces the whole length, and you ascend by a flight of steps, through the open area to the house itself.

The porter answered the knock, and I was ushered at once into the scenes I came to view. You pass through rather low passages into the dining room, the savoury odour of which told me that I had arrived at the right time to witness the most important part of the internal economy, the dinner. It was saturday; along two sides of the spacious room, about eighty persons, men, women,* and children, were seated. At the top, between the two rows of tables, the messes were being served out to the willing expectants. First, I think twelve ounces of beef pudding, the pudding and the meat as well proportioned to each other as could be desired, was placed on a platter; broad beans

The number of women is very small.