Life and religion of the Hindoos. : $b With a sketch of my life and experience.Gangooly, Joguth Chunder
Religion
Life and religion of the Hindoos. : $b With a sketch of my life and experience.
Gangooly, Joguth Chunder
Hindus; India -- Social life and customs
My friend fell back, and I stood alone. Mr. Dall seemed to give up all
hope of sending young men to America, and asked me if I would act like
others. “I have put my hands to the plough and I shall not take them
back,” was my reply.
A rich native merchant of Calcutta had told Mr. Dall that he would give
the passage-money of two young men if they came to America; but as my
young friend fell back, he paid the passage money and other expenses of
one.
The day before my departure I had to go to Calcutta to do some shopping
with Mr. Dall. My dear mother inquired of me the reason of my going to
Calcutta so early in the morning, as I had to go to the school by nine
A. M. I simply said I should probably return in time! but I did not get
home till nine in the evening. Mr. Dall rather injudiciously detained
me in Calcutta, carrying me here and there to see that everything I
needed had been bought. I begged him to dismiss me,--told him to attend
to, and arrange all that was necessary, and it would be agreeable to
me. But he would not. This detention had caused such an alarm in my
house that were it not a true purpose in me to go, I could not have
left home the next morning. I fully realized what the phrase, “wise
like a serpent,” means. As I was passing by the house of a gentleman,
my steps drew the attention of a boy, who cried, “Who are you?” “It is
I, Prosono,” I answered. “Where have you been, uncle? Your mother has
been crying the whole afternoon for you.” With slow steps and anxious
heart, I entered into my mother’s house. “Is it Joguth?” “Yes, mother,
it is I.” I walked into the dining-room to eat my supper, with a heart
full of fear and anxiety. She did not speak a word, but sat by me and
bathed the floor with her tears. I looked towards heaven, and my spirit
whispered, “Father, this is the beginning of the tears that must flow
from those loving eyes of my mother! Kind, loving, affectionate as she
is, I must leave her and follow the call of Him who said, “Who is my
mother?” I desire to be “about my Father’s business,” so strengthen me
to bear this separation. In Thee I recognize a heart more tender than
that of earthly mother. Most High, I would not look _around_ me
in this juncture, but _above_, for all the help I need.” After I
had finished my supper, she spoke, “Child, I heard that you had gone to
America.” This information was given to her by a friend whom I had told
that I should go to America very soon.
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