numbered among the Heathen, but may he counted among the sons of God."
When the budgerow was ready to sail, little Henry took his last leave of the lady, and came on shore; where he stood under the shade of a Braminee fig-tree,[1] watching the boat as it sailed down the broad stream of the Ganges, till it was hidden by the winding shore. Then Boosy, taking him up in his arms, brought him back to his mam-
- ↑ A tree, that takes root downward from its branches.
