Judson, Adoniram, 1788-1850; Missionaries -- Burma -- Biography; Missionaries -- United States -- Biography
The author, among his own scanty childhood recollections of his father,
well remembers the tenderness with which he nursed his sick boy; and a
missionary associate says, “He had a peculiarly fascinating way of
endearing himself to everybody whose hearts were open to his kindness.”
Mrs. E. C. Judson writes:
“He was always planning pleasant little surprises for his family and
neighbors, and kept up through his married life those little
lover-like attentions which I believe husbands are apt to forget.
There was, and always must have been, a kind of _romance_ about him
(you will understand that I use the word italicized for want of a
better) which prevented every-day life with him from ever being
commonplace. If he went out before I was awake in the morning, very
likely some pretty message would be pinned to my mosquito-curtain. If
he was obliged to stay at a business-meeting, or any such place,
longer than he thought I expected (and often when he did not stay over
the time), some little pencilled line that he could trace without
attracting attention, would be dispatched to me. And often when he sat
at his study-table, something droll or tender or encouraging or
suggestive of thought, pencilled on a broken scrap of paper, sometimes
the margin of a newspaper, was every little while finding its way to
my room.... He was always earnest, enthusiastic, sympathizing, even in
the smallest trifles, tender, delicate, and considerate—_never moody_,
as he has sometimes been described, but equally communicative, whether
sad or cheerful.... He was always, even in his playfulness,
intellectual; and the more familiar, the more elevated.”
The little thoughtful attentions which he was continually paying to his
fellow-missionaries, betrayed with what heartiness he entered into all
their joys and sorrows. His friends, the Bennetts, had sent their
children to America. One day Mr. Judson surprised them with a present of
the portraits of their absent little ones, for which he had himself sent
to this country. His genial appreciation of the kindness of others beams
from this little card that found its way into the missionary magazine:
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
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