Judson, Adoniram, 1788-1850; Missionaries -- Burma -- Biography; Missionaries -- United States -- Biography
He knew, by
the very arrangement of the room, and by the expression of sheer
animality on the face of the woman who held his child, that the
Bengalee cook had been her only nurse. The wearied sleeper was
awakened by a breath that came too near her cheek. Perhaps a falling
tear might have been added; for, steady as were those eyes in
difficulties, dauntless in dangers, and stern when conscience frowned,
they were well used to tender tears.
. . . . . . . . . . . .
“One evening several persons at our house were repeating anecdotes of
what different men in different ages had regarded as the highest type
of sensuous enjoyment; that is, enjoyment derived from outward
circumstances. ‘Pooh!’ said Mr. Judson; ‘these men were not qualified
to judge. I know of a much higher pleasure than that. What do you
think of floating down the Irrawaddy, on a cool, moonlight evening,
with your wife by your side, and your baby in your arms, free—all
free? But _you_ can not understand it, either; it needs a twenty-one
months’ qualification; and I can never regret my twenty-one months of
misery, when I recall that one delicious thrill. I think I have had a
better appreciation of what heaven may be ever since.’ And so, I have
no doubt, he had.
“The reception of a lady was an incident in the English camp; and Mrs.
Judson’s fame had gone before her. No one better than a true-born
Englishman can discern precisely the measure of attention grateful to
a woman in her situation; and there were innumerable minute touches in
General Campbell’s conduct which fixed her gratitude, and more still
that of her husband on her account. It was not that his son was sent
with the staff officers who came to escort her from the steamer; nor
that unexpected honors, in military guise, waited her on the shore,
where she was received by Sir Archibald in person; nor that her tent
was larger and more commodious than his own, with the very agreeable
addition of a veranda; but it was a certain fatherly kindness and
genuine heart interest, which made her feel as though she was
receiving all these favors from a friend.
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