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NEWSLETTERCarey Family

Issue twelve 2006

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Mike Comber

Welcome to you all to this edi-tion of the Carey newsletter. Iam sorry it is rather late, but itis not something that can beproduced in a hurry; Pam and Ihad six weeks in May andJune of this year visiting fam-ily in West Australia, mainlymy sister Margaret who emi-grated with all her family backin 1962; then transferring toSydney in the east for fourweeks to stay with our eldestdaughter, Sarah, and family.We had an excellent time butit does take a chunk out of theyear. On our return I ordered anew computer, a process thatalways takes some time to ac-complish, what with transfer-ring files, installing programsand so on. Finally we had ourheat wave that quite franklyleft me with little desire towork at anything very much! Iknow the temperatures we hadwere relatively miniscule com-pared with other parts of theworld, but when we get them

here we are ill prepared al-ways.While in Sydney we met upwith Lottie Mottram, a mem-ber descended by marriagefrom Felix, her daughter hasnow taken over her member-ship. We had an excellent halfday together even though itturned out to be one of therainier days that we had, somuch so that we purchased anumbrella. Also in Sydney weexplored the Hyde Park Bar-racks.

These were built by convictlabour between 1817 and1819. As the principal maleconvict barracks in New SouthWales it provided lodgings forconvicts working in govern-ment employment around Syd-ney until its closure in 1848.

It has had many occupantssince then. It was an Immigra-tion Depot for single femaleimmigrants seeking work asdomestic servants and await-ing family reunion from 1848to 1886 and also a female asy-lum from 1862 to 1886. From1887 to 1979 law courts andgovernment offices were basedat the Barracks.They sell bookmarks based onnames of convicts, one ofwhich was Carey. Also they

have databaseso f c o n v i c tnames, therewere severalCareys; the onementioned on thebook mark is aMary Carey fromTaunton, she wasconvicted of bur-glary and sen-tenced to seven

years; she left on the Charlotteone of the First Fleet in 1787.A friend of ours who was acolleague of mine in the firstschool I taught at back in 1958gave me a copy of MaryDrewery’s book on William Carey. It was one of the booksI had borrowed from our li-brary but wanted one for myself so it came as a pleasantsurprise when he presented it

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to me. It turns out he is just aboutrelated to the authur via hisgrandmother’s sister who married a George Smith who later mar-ried a Gertrude. Their son mar-ried Mary Drewery! So it is onlya vague connection, perhaps‘related’ is too strong a word!We have had an email from DrLalchungnunga apologizing fornot having Sally Edwards and hergroup met at the airport. Howeverhe does exonerate himself bypointing out that he and his wifeHliri did not receive confirmationof arrival details. So if any of youplan to go to Serampore at anytime you will be sure of a greatwelcome, but be sure to confirmall details.I am still hoping for more offersof contributions to future news-letters, this is your newsletter, Iam only the editor –so shouldonly have to edit! So let’s have pens put to paper in the comingmonths with items from you!Finally I would like to thank twoladies in my life: First Pam, mywife, who has to put up with mecompiling this newsletter andthen kindly proof reads to lookfor my numerous mistakes; sec-ondly Lis, my daughter, whodoes a lot of copy typing for me,a job I’m not good at. ChairmanRuth Wrigley

I send goodwishes to all our friends, relativesand members and hope that you

have all survived this recent heatwave without mishap.For our family it has been a de-light to see Carey Graziano, andher grandson Filippo, on her an-nual U.K. trip.Last autumn Edwin and I had aholiday with Carey and herlovely family in Sicily. We wereaccompanied by two of ourdaughters the reason being theybelieved that we could not man-age the journey on our own. It istrue that we had not flown since1964 when we left Nigeria. Wedid not need much persuasion toaccept their offer of help. Marthacame with us on the outwardflight and Sophia Tim and Amycame out to escort us home. Aninvalid chair, with willing slaveto push the conveyance, wasavailable for me at Stansted andPalermo; which made the journeyreally easy.We were both impressed by theway Carey drove her car throughthe streets in Palermo, skilfullymissing all the other traffic! Wewere taken to many sites of inter-est at all times of the day andnight; we had a truly wonderfultime.During the past three weeks Ihave had two projects to com-plete I have finished the one andam making progress with the sec-ond.The first was a letter to expressmy anger and disgust at the sug-gestion that our local hospital inChichester should be downsizedin order to save money. Thiswould mean no A and E, no ma-ternity unit, no paediatric unit, nomajor surgery and no intensivecare facility. It has won manycommendations for excellence inrecent years. To meddle with this

would be downright wicked. Weare all being encouraged to writeletters of protest.The second project is writingsomething suitable for this news-letter. I have been in the habit ofusing under the bed space forstorage always being a little bitembarrassed about this. Nowhowever this has become an ac-ceptable usage of it as plasticcontainers are sold specificallyfor under bed storage. Four daysago I pulled out from under thebed in our guest room a card-board box containing a medley ofitems including letters, postcards, family photographs and,what is very special, a newspapercutting of the naming of a streetin India after William Carey; nodate on the cutting but the con-tents make interesting readingwhich is why I mention it now:‘few people in Paulerspury, the other side of Towcester, yester-day thought of William Carey,the village cobbler who became amissionary pioneer, apostle andstatesman. But he was remem-bered in India.A street was named after him, amost pleasant thoroughfare whichruns along the riverfront inSerampore - the town where Wil-liam Carey built a college.He succeeded where two othermissionaries had failed. A mis-sion was built in a district whichwas overwhelmingly Hindu andthe Brahmin influence especiallydominant.He fought against odds - andwon. He hurled his indignantmight against flesh hooks, themen of the lower castes whostuck hooks in their flesh andswung from trees scattering herbsto Siva.

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Another habit of the natives wasto sing ballads. Carey, the mostawed of Sahibs, took up balladsinging, to the amazement of all.It is recorded he said: “the people seem anxious to get the hymnswe give away.” In hundreds of other ways heshowed his amazing energy andcapacity for spreading goodamong the natives full of ancientreligions and superstitions.His fame gradually spread. In In-dia he proved to be “one of the greatest of God's Englishmen” with his teaching and translationsof the scriptures into 11 differenttongues. But success never turnedhis head.His reply to a British officerseated next to him at the Gover-nor General's table was typical ofthe man, the officer sarcasticallyasked him whether he had been ashoemaker. “No” replied Carey; “not even a shoemaker only a cobbler”.That was true enough. His earlylife in Paulerspury after leavingthe low - thatched one roomschool was spent as a cobbler. Hewas counted a very good work-man and shoes of his makingwere set in the window of hisworkshop as examples of thefirm's good work.He was a plodder and full of per-severance. “To this I owe every-thing” he used to say. He was deeply and fully bent on learningand it is probable some botanybook he chanced on in the villagegave him his beginning to lan-guages.Difficulties never discouraged hismind. After being baptised in theNene they begged him to be min-ister at Olney and Earls Barton.His earlier sermons were not en-

couraging, but he won in the endand a few years later, in Kette-ring, he was leading a society forthe formation of a society forsending Missionaries from Eng-land.’I am sure I speak for all of uswhen I say a big thank you toMike for his work on the familytrees and with the newsletter.Also to David Allen for lookingafter the finances of the CFA,Sally Edwards our secretary andKay Carey for the inspiration shegives to us all; and other mem-bers of the committee –JeremyTaylor and Barry Eliades.MINUTES OF COMMITTEE MEETINGApril 1, 200623, Badger's Close, HorshamPresentKay Carey, David Allen, MikeComber, Sally Edwards, BarryEliadesApologiesRuth Wrigley, Jeremy TaylorMinutes of meeting, April 2005These were accepted as read.Matters arisingJane Marriott (family member inN Wales) has expressed concernthat through the Family Treethere is personal informationavailable on the net.Mike said he has addressed thisand now puts on only basic infor-mation.Further information about indi-viduals or families is only avail-able via Mike's computerMembership and Treasurer's re-portWe currently have 43 individualmembers on our books, a net in-crease of 2 during the past yearWe have 2 institutional members:W i l l i a m C a r e y C o l l e g e(Mississippi, USA) and the CareyBaptist Grammar School (Kew,

Victoria, Australia) Kay sug-gested the William Carey Collegeand the Carey Baptist GrammarSchool should be designated asinstitutional members with nofurther fee. Agreed by committeemembers.We currently have a bank balanceof £ 1040 David said efforts tochange banking resolution havenot taken place. He will beamending the banking resolutionto read: 'any authorised signa-tory'.Newsletter and Carey treeSecretary and Treasurer will sub-mit reportsKay expressed gratitude to Mikefor his ongoing work on the Fam-ily Tree. Mike said the Tree isgrowing steadily.Barry has been adding to his ownfamily branch and will forwardhis update to Mike.WebsiteBarry said this has not yet beenset up but he does intend to con-struct a website. He will put onthe Tree but expressed concernthat by adding dates of birth iden-tities could be stolen. This may beresolved by putting informationin PDF form. The newsletterwould be suitable for the websitebut not to include committeemembers' names and addresses,only names. Barry said the web-site could be used as a network-ing tool - but he expressed someconcern that it could be exploitedbut will put up 1-2 pages. Thereis a cost involved - approx. £30 ayear to set up and run. There canbe links via a website to our insti-tutional members.Serampore NewsKay said she has not heard fromDr Lal at Serampore or SunilChatterjee since last year. Discus-

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sion around sending money toSerampore College. David willsend a letter to Dr Lal with£500 inviting him to advise usof what projects he might havein mind that he would likefunded by us.Discussion re increasing mem-bership fee. If contact is re-gained with Serampore therecould be an invitation to mem-bers to donate to specificcauses or projectsAOBMike has had communicationfrom Anne Savage on a hymnwritten by a 'William Carey'. It

is not Dr William Carey. Itwas written by William Careywho was Jonathan Pearce'ssecond son (Dr WilliamCarey's great grandson).Mike has a new book writtenby Dr Keith Farrer from Aus-tralia who has written on Wil-liam Carey - missionary andbotanist.

Keith is a governor of CareyBaptist Grammar School.Pam and Mike were thankedfor their hospitalityCFA Membership and Treas-urer’s ReportWe currently have 42 individ-ual members on our books.Two new members joined dur-ing the past year–Lydia Mar-tin (who lives in Australia andhas taken over LottieMottram’s membership) and Claire Moore who lives inSouth Africa. We also con-tinue to have two institutionalmembers –the Carey Baptist

Grammar School, of Kew,Victoria, Australia, and theWilliam Carey College, ofMississippi, USA.At the time of the Commit-tee meeting which was heldon 1st April 2006 we had abank balance of £1040compared with £757 twelvemonths before. The cost ofthe Newsletter last year was£66.63 compared with£84.16 for the previous is-sue.It was agreed by the Com-mittee that the Associationshould donate £500 toSerampore College in fur-therance of one of its statedaims of “donating funds to Serampore College out ofany surplus from our sub-scriptions after runningcosts”. We subsequently asked Dr Lalchungnunga, the Headof the College, how he wouldwish to spend this money. Heindicated that the College wasin dire need of funds for pay-ment of staff salaries in theTheology Department. Other-wise the money could go to-wards the cost of maintaining

the Carey Library and Re-search Centre or towards thecost of improving the KrishnaPal Meditation Ground, thespot where William Careybaptised his first convert. Thebalance of view within theCommittee was that on thisoccasion we should respond tothe expressed dire need forhelp in paying staff salarieswithin the Theology Depart-ment, although we do alsohave concerns about the condi-tion of the Carey Library andResearch Centre. The donationwas accordingly sent to DrLalchungnunga on that basis.

Comings and GoingsSeptember 2005Just a quick note to say Emilyand Kevin Johns-Putra becameproud parents of Leo Davidthis morning! He weighed in at6lbs 12ozs and was born atEnfield Hospital.David and Sally Edwards

Some of the committee after themeeting in April. L to r BarryEliades, Kay Carey, Sally Ed-wards, Mike Comber

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December 10th 2005Shelagh Stannard’s daughter in law Christine, wife ofMichael, died from cancer.

March 2006Our daughter Patricia and hus-band James Shepherd had ason William David James. Ourfirst grandchild is a delight tous.Bob and Jeannette Ellison

Letter from Peter CareyDec 23 2005Dear MichaelI enclose a copy of a letter Ireceived today which may beof interest to other members ofthe association. But I guess Iought to explain how my wife,Joan, and I came to meet thewriter. We celebrated ourRuby Wedding earlier thisyear by holidaying in the USAand Canada, and one morningwe went in a bank in Vancou-ver to change $US into $Can-ada. Just inside the door was avery imposing Asian securityguard, not to stop the ungodlygetting in but stop ‘em getting out! Something (maybe the‘providence’ Raj refers to) made us get into conversationwith him. It transpired that hewas from Calcutta, with a verygood degree in chemistry, andwas working as a bank guard

until he could get a job wherehe could use his scientific ex-pertise. When I mentioned my(very remote!) family connec-tion with his ‘point of origin’ and told him my surname, hiseyes lit up. He seemed toknow as much about Rev Wil-liam as we do. Anyway weexchanged addresses, and afterwe got home we sent a picturepostcard of Penkridge, notreally expecting to get a reply.So you can imagine our de-light when the postman calledtoday.Peter CareyLetter from Rajkumen Ghoshto Peter CareyDear Mrs and Mr CareyI received your postcard. Ican’t tell you how happy it makes me to have made youracquaintance. I feel it wasprovidence.I have told my family andfriends back in Kolkata aboutyou and they can hardly be-lieve my luck.William Carey is held in highregard in Serampore and Kol-kata. The people remember thefirst and foremost missionaryfor establishing Baptist Mis-sionary College (now Seram-pore College), setting up theprinting press, his role in initi-ating English language educa-tion, and on top, his efforts inabolishing the practice of Sati(Suttee).I have spoken to two gentle-men in Vancouver who areoriginally from Bangladesh,and have come to know that inBangladesh history textbooksat secondary level devote abrief section on WilliamCarey.

It was indeed my pleasure andhonour to have got to knowyou.

Mary Carey part oneFrom ‘Great Baptist Women’The Carey Kingsgate PressThe 1790s may well be calledthe era of great sisters. Soonafter the Baptist MissionarySociety was born in 1792 therebegan an important friendshipbetween a famous brother anda sister who, although lesswidely known, helped to in-spire his work by her imagina-tive sympathy and love for allcreated things. Of DorothyWordsworth her brother, Wil-liam, wrote:Her very presence such asweetness breathed,That flowers, and trees, andeven the silent hills,And every thing she lookedon, should have hadAn intimation how she boreherselfTowards them and to all crea-tures. God delightsIn such a being; for, her com-mon thoughtsAre piety, her life is gratitude.(The Prelude, Book XII.)These words might equallywell have been written by thatother great William of the day:William Carey. During theyears which followed thefounding of the B.M.S. andCarey's departure for India, hemust have been repeatedly up-held and inspired by the lettersof his sister, Mary, suffusedwith the same spirit of pietyand gratitude which so im-pressed Wordsworth in hisown sister.Like Dorothy Wordsworth,Mary Carey was several years

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her brother's junior, and thisled her to regard William notonly as companion and play-mate, but also as instructor andguide to the secrets of nature.'Of birds and all manner ofinsects he had numbers', shewrote in her recollections oftheir youth after William'sdeath. 'When he was fromhome, the birds were usuallycommitted to my care. Beingfive years younger, I was in-dulged by him in all his enjoy-ments. Though I often used tokill them by kindness, yet,when he saw my grief, he al-ways permitted me the pleas-ure of seeing them again; andoften took me over the dirtiestroads to get at a plant or aninsect. He never walked out, Ithink, when quite a boy, with-out making observation on thehedges, as he passed: and,when he took up a plant of anykind, he always examined itwith care. His natural fondnessfor a garden was cherished byhis uncle Peter, who was thensettled in the village, and oftenhad his nephew with him, nothaving any child of his own.My brother seldom left anypart of his father's garden un-cultivated: he was so fond offlowers.' This love of naturewas to remain a bond betweenthem even in absence. Maryreports in one of her lettersthat a young nephew and niecehave gone to Pury Feast to gettheir uncle in India some blue-bells of a kind which did notgrow around their own homein Cottesbrook, while David,another nephew, is sendinghim a parcel of seeds. ToCarey, the tireless horticultur-

ist, no news could have beenmore refreshing or more redo-lent of the atmosphere ofhome.It is often assumed that, be-cause Carey was himself acobbler, he came of humble,illiterate stock, and his bril-liance as a linguist is therebymade to appear the more pro-nounced. The fact is over-looked that both his father andgrandfather were parish clerksand masters of the Paulerspuryschool where Carey himselfreceived his early education.That Mary Carey could writesuch long, neat letters in a pe-riod when few girls were edu-cated in anything other thanrelated directly to their domes-tic duties lifts her out of thecommon ruck into the smallcompany of those country-women sufficiently literate togive expression to the con-cerns of daily life. The major-ity of women letter writers ofthe eighteenth century weretown dwellers, writing of asophisticated society and itsfashions. Their correspon-dence, even if it told of thefeelings of the heart, was dic-tated by the head. It is themore refreshing, therefore, tofind in Mary Carey one whowrote out of the sheer over-flow of love and devotion ofthe heart. Untouched by any ofthe prevailing sophistication,her letters reflect the simplic-ity and ingenuousness of onewho had no concern but themembers of her family andtheir part in extending theKingdom of God. But if theactual events they relate areconfined to a narrow domestic

sphere, the vision which suf-fuses them is as wide as theuniverse itself. Carey in India,Felix his eldest son, in Burma,Jabez, a younger brother, inMalaya, all are included withinthe scope of the thoughts ofthis remarkable woman, tied toan invalid bed in a remoteNorthamptonshire village.

Paulerspury Re-visitedAnn SavageI first visited Paulerspury onWilliam Carey’s birthday, 17th

August 1961, for his bi-centenary celebrations on abeautiful sunny day.There was a thanksgiving ser-vice in Paulerspury Church ledby the Rector, the Rev John TLewis. The Rev D D Black,Secretary of the NorthantsBaptist Association, readIsaiah 54: 1-8 the passage onwhich William Carey hadbased his famous Associationsermon at Nottingham in 1792.My father, W H BrentonCarey, read Ephesians 2: 1-8and Dr E A Payne, GeneralSecretary of the Baptist Union,preached the sermon on thistext.The hymn writers, WilliamCowper and John Newton,both lived in Olney and wesang ‘God moves in a mysteri-ous way’ and Newton’s ‘Glorious things of thee are spoken’.Between 400 and 500 peopleattended the service. We camewith my fiancé, John, my un-cle and cousin, Basil and Rich-ard Carey and other familymembers Bob, Michael andTony Carey, Millicent O’Hara, Elsie and Christopher Nestor.

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Refreshments were in the Rec-tory garden where WilliamCarey had first been fishing inthe moat.We then drove to Moulton tocontinue the celebrations;

Carey came to be schoolmas-ter in 1785 and then also be-came the Baptist Ministerthere after being ordained in1787. We saw the cottagewhere he and his family livedand had his school room and aworkshop for his shoe makingwhich he did later to add to hismeagre income.In the evening there was a bi-centenary service at the CareyBaptist Church in Moultonwhich included the same pas-sage from Isaiah and an ad-dress by the Rev E G TMadge, General Foreign Sec-retary B M S.We then went to PuryEnd, the small villagenear Paulerspurywhere William Careywas born.We saw a derelictcottage on the sitewhere he was born,part of a row of cot-tages. I was told thatCarey’s cottage would have had a

lower roof which was thatchedand the derelict cottage hadbeen built later.My uncle, Basil Carey, ob-

tained the keys so we couldlook inside the cottage. Hewanted to buy it but was notallowed to do this as it wasunsafe.In 1965 the row of cottageswas demolished and a cairnwith a plaque was made, usingstones from the derelict cot-tage, to mark Carey’s birth-place.On 16th September 1967 therewas on unveiling and dedica-tion service of the cairn andplaque which my parents, sis-ter, Jeannette, her husbandBob and other family membersattended.My father, W H BrentonCarey, read Isaiah 54: 1-8from William Carey’s own pocket bible.

Miss F H B Williams, Librar-ian at Serampore College, un-veiled the cairn and plaque andthey were then dedicated bythe Archdeacon of Northamp-ton, the Venerable Bazil RMarsh. The address was givenby Rev E G T Madge and ablessing by the former Bishopof Colombo. The ceremonyended with a recording ofhymns sung by members ofSerampore College.

I returned to Paulerspury withmy husband and friends at theend of August 2003. We metMollie Dunkley, the churchwarden, and Delia Pope inPaulerspury church. Molliehad sung in the choir at the

W H Brenton Carey reads the lesson.

Carey’s birthplace, Pury End

Members of the Carey family andBaptists at Paulerspury Church

Ann at the font in PaulerspuryChurch

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1961 service. Mollie showedus the font where WilliamCarey was baptised on 23rd

August 1761 and where sheand Delia were also baptised.We also saw the plaque on theNorth wall of the chancelgiven by the NorthamptonBaptist Association in 1942 tocommemorate the 150th yearof the Founding of the BMS, aplaque to William Carey in theporch and Edmund and Eliza-beth Carey’s grave in the churchyard. Mollie and Deliawere dismantling a flower fes-tival held to coincide with thedate of the baptism of Carey.We visited the present schooland saw the playground whichwas the site of the school andschoolhouse to where WilliamCarey moved when he was sixwhen his father, Edmund, be-came School master followingthe death of his grandfather,school master Peter.We then drove to Pury End tosee the cairn and plaque atCarey’s birthplace in Carey’s Road. We saw the fieldswhere he first worked when heleft school and where, as ayoung boy, he walked to thechurch, played and lovedlearning about nature.

Andrew Carey’s Diary 1883 part oneDiary of my voyage from Lon-don to New Zealand com-mencing Nov 25th 1882.Andrew Fuller Carey was bornin April 1863 in Wolverhap-ton. He worked in Pawsons, adrapers shop in London beforeemigrating to New Zealand toset up his own business. He

died in Christchurch in July1937.Saturday Nov 25th 1882This is the starting day; I haveto be on board at 11am. I gotup at 7:15am and after scrib-bling a line to Ernest Lake,completed my packing. Hadbreakfast at 8:20am at 5 CanalRoad where I have been stay-ing since I left Pawsons, leftthere at 9:30am in Mr Gillsvan, George Gill and William,their man going with me,reached the East India Docksat 10am and after having apass from the policeman at thegates, we proceeded to thespot where the ‘Bevan’ was lying during her loading, onarriving there we discoveredshe had moved to the Basin ofthe Docks, we found her withvery little difficulty, but shelooked far from ready to start.There was a little trouble ingetting my luggage on boardbut that was soon overcomeand the van being discharged,George and I went aboard. Wehad scarcely turned roundwhen Hood, my senior at Paw-sons came on deck. Weamused ourselves looking andprying into everything. In an-other minute or so, Barham,another chum at Pawsonscame on deck. We repaired tomy cabin to inspect the prem-ises that were to be my homefor 3 months. To all appear-ances we were not ready toleave for some time, but look-ing out for Mr Gill senior,whom we expected, we caughtsight of Clarence Pryer andEdward Walker, two LeaBridge friends, who werenearly exhausted with running,

fearing they would lose theship. We rather laughed atthem for this but they wereright, it was then 12 o’clock and at 5 minutes past 12o’clock unknown and unfelt to us all, we quickly moved offfrom the dock. George shouldhave gone off, being requiredat home, but this unconsciousmoving off prevented, so wewere all off for Gravesend atleast. After going all over theship and noticing the differentspots of interest such as NorthWoolwich Gardens, WoolwichArsenal, Greenwich Observa-tory etc. we, that is to say pas-sengers only, were called todinner of roast beef and vege-tables. This was rather tantalis-ing to our friends, who hadcome to see us off, they weredoubtless as hungry as wewere, but while we were eat-ing a hearty dinner, they had tocontent themselves with look-ing on which, according totheir looks and remarks, washardly as satisfying. Dinnerover George Gill very kindlycame down and assisted me tomake my bed (or bunk) andunlock my box. When we hadfinished our sundry jobs belowwe were in sight of Gravesendwhere I had to say my lastfarewells, they having con-tacted with a waterman to takethem ashore, gave me a heartyshake of the hands all round,with plenty of well wishes andleft me entirely alone. Whenall the passengers’ friends had gone and none but passengersleft, I was able to see howmany of us there were. To mydelight there were only 10steerage passengers and two

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second class and no saloonones. There are 3 cabins and amess room in the steerage por-tion of the ship. Two of thecabins to accommodate 4 sin-gle men in each and the thirdfor a married couple. My cabinis the centre of the three, andoccupied by a middle agedgentleman hotel keeper inDunedin, a young man (asailor 9 years in NZ) and an-other young fellow called Wil-liams, a Barristers son, 2 or 3years older than I. We had teaat 7pm and after that I set towork hanging up our thingsand otherwise furnishing ourcabin. From 8-10:30pm Iwalked the deck with Maclainthe ship being fastened to abuoy at Gravesend. Went tobed at 10:30pm.Sunday Nov 26th 1882Got up at 8am had breakfast at8:30am. The ship still fast tobuoy. A head wind in channelso we decided to stay the dayin Gravesend or rather offthere. At 10am a missionaryfrom ashore came over to seeus and had service for 17 min-utes, 12 of us attending. I oc-cupied the rest of the morningwriting letters. Had dinner at1pm, started more letters afterdinner. At 3:30pm Hallam andI went ashore to post our let-ters. I called to see Mrs Rich-ard (formerly of Stoleys)stayed to tea. Got her photo.Left Gravesend again at 6pm,walked the deck till 10pm.Moonlight night. Thinking ofLondon friends and where Imight be. Feeling very miser-able but moving off at mid-night for the Downs bright-ened me up.

Monday November 27th 1882Got up at 8am just in time tosay goodbye to the Pilot. Thesea was very choppy and sowas I, sea sickness came ontoward mid-day and by theevening I felt really ill. Wepassed Dover, N and S Fore-land and other towns we couldnot ascertain the name of. Thetug left us at Dungeness, therewas a head wind and wehardly ran 2 knots an hour thewhole day. In fact at 7pm wewere not out of sight of Dun-geness Lighthouse, splendidmoonlight night but veryrough and of all the horriblefeelings in the world sea sick-ness is I think the worst. Ihope though I shall soon bealright.Tuesday November 28th 1882Had an awful night of sick-ness, could not bear my headup. Did not get up all day, atenothing since yesterday morn-ing. Head wind still prevailingand sea awfully rough. To-wards evening it came oververy wild and about 7pm I gotup feeling very ill and weak.Had a walk on deck till 9pmsaw the light off Cape Harfleurand Beachy Head. Went to bedagain feeling no better. Onealmost wishes not to live, or tobe thrown overboard, anything but seasickness.Wednesday November 29th

1882Feeling a little better got up at8am but had to go to bed againat 10am. I was so giddy andsick I could not stand. Wewere still dodging about theIsle of Wight. I managed to eata biscuit and cup of tea at 6pmwhich seemed to do me good.

I got up again at 7pm andwalked the deck until 9pm.Thank the Lord I feel muchbetter.Thursday November 30th 1882Lovely morning, calm sea, fairwind, good spirits and betterhealth. Got up at 8am had agood breakfast of porridge andsalt pork. Had the whole dayon deck, wind in our favour.Kept up 9 knots an hour till4pm when the wind fell and adead calm followed, we wereleft almost stationary off theEddystone lighthouse. With allthe favourable surroundingstoday I could not help thinkingof absent friends and feelingdull and low spirited. I got myhaversack from the hold andturned out my album andlooked at all the old faces. Ihardly know whether thismade me feel better or worse,better I think for I congratu-lated myself that the brighter Itried to make myself, thesooner the time would fly. Ifeel so much better today. AtStart Point, we signalledashore and gave signs at to ourdestination. Our friends willsee in tomorrows paper thatwe are alright but I expect willwonder what we have beendoing all the week only to getas far as Plymouth but I amtold we are lucky to get so farout of the Channel so soon atso late a month of the year.Our meals up to now havebeen very good, at least those Ihave had. I had a game ofchess in the evening and thenparaded the deck until bedtime. Wind still very low andprogress slow. Retired to bedat 10pm.

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Friday December 1st 1882Got up at 8am still feeling bet-ter, the sea rougher and thewind favourable and fair butraining in torrents. First wetday. Just before dinner I feltvery queer again and in theafternoon came over sea sickand ill again I was compelledto go to bed again. The foretopsail was carried away withthe rough wind today. Weskirted the Bay of Biscay, Inever saw such a sea before.Towards evening a stowawaywas found in the coals. He wasbrought before the skipper andbeing too far from shore tosend him about his business hetold him to go forehead withthe sailors and turned to.Saturday December 2nd 1882Still in the Bay and feelingawfully ill with the rolling ofthe vessel. Got up however at8am and went to the Captainfor some medicine which hegave me and which I thinkmade my head a little better.Did nothing but sleep on deckall day. There are only twothings a fellow who is sea sickcan do on board ship and thatis walk up and down lookingback on the past and lookingforward to the future. To godown to the cabin means mak-ing you more giddy. It is toocold to sit on deck reading, sothere’s nothing left but thought. But what an impor-tant day this is. Lucy is 12years old today. I should liketo be able to let her know I amthinking of her. Today too isthe anniversary of the openingnew mission Hall at L Bridge.This time last year we were alldown there driving in the lastfew nails and clearing up prior

to the grand opening day. Poorold Mrs Squires housed two ofus that night. I wonderwhether she’s still alive. Do the present committee remem-ber all this too I wonder. I ex-pect they will be having spe-cial services tomorrow; whopreaches I wonder. Oh Ishould like to pop down to-morrow but this cannot be. Wehad tremendous back stormstowards evening but wind fairand ship going her course atthe rate of 9 knots an hour. Wehad a narrow escape of colli-sion tonight. A Swedishbarque cut across our bowwithin 100 yards. I turned injust after the alarm at 8.30pm.Sunday December 3rd 1882Second Sunday on board theBevan. We left the Bay of Bis-cay behind us in the night pastand are now full out in the At-lantic. At noon today we wereoff Cape Finisterre. I was par-ticularly struck with the con-trast in the sea of the Oceanand that of the Channel orBay. The Channel was rough Ithought but choppy, the Baywas still rougher and more ir-regular, and full of cross seas,but the Atlantic is a series ofhuge, gigantic rollers, veryregular about half minute be-tween each. I feel a little bettertoday, it is beautifully sunnythis morning so I kept up onthe main deck and forecastlenearly all the forenoon watch-ing the grand waves but I gotpunished about 12 o’clock quite unawares. One of theserollers came with full powerand washed me completely tothe other side. The loopholesof course soon let the waterout but I was wet through and

had to change. This was thefirst sea we have shipped butthe Captain tells me I mustlook out for the waves as shewill continually take in thewaves when rough. In future Ishall go on the poop with theSkipper, getting wet through isno joke. I had forty winks theafternoon, got up in time fortea which was exceptionallygood. We had a nice hot cake.After tea Mr Anstey, one ofour cabin, read us a sermonjust to make us feel that it wasSunday. There are only thirtytwo souls on board the ship sowe do not come under the Actof Parliament which enforcesthe Captain to read the churchprayers once on the Sunday ifover thirty five souls. Afterthat, it being wet and darkabove, we all stayed in themess room and had a chat.Monday December 4th 1882Got up today awfully sick.There was a nasty cross sea onand a head wind so that wewere only going barely 2 knotsan hour. I went to bed at 10amwith an acute headache aggra-vated by sea sickness. Turnedout for an hour or two at 7pm.Ship seeing a good bit of watertoday.

A new Carey bookIn 2005 a brand new book waspublished about WilliamCarey written by Dr Keith Far-rer. It is the first book to havebeen written emphasisingCarey’s expertise in Botany. The first part is a general ac-count about Carey and the sec-ond is about Carey as a scien-tist. The whole book is mostcertainly one of the most accu-rate about William Carey as it

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has been most carefully re-searched from an extensivebibliography.It can be obtained from:Carey Baptist GrammarSchool349 Barkers RoadKewVictoria 3101AustraliaWho are the publishers of thebook.Dr Farrer is an ex-pupil ofCarey Baptist School and amember of the School Board.He is also a scientist being anHonorary Fellow of the Aus-tralian Academy of Techno-logical Sciences and Engineer-ing. In 1979 he was appointedOBE for services to scienceand industry.

Shelagh Stannard's biographypt 3My sister and I went to board-ing school for the first timewhen I was about ten or elevenyears old. This was PinemountSchool in Shillong, about aday’s journey from Amingoan. Shillong is the summer capitalof Assam, 5000 ft. above sealevel in the heart of the Khasiand Jainti Hills on the Burmaborder. The whole area is sub-ject to earthquakes and nearbyCherrapunji is reputed to bethe rainiest place in the world.All the houses in Shillong arebuilt of wood because of thetremors that occur everyday - very frightening untilone gets used to them. To getto Shillong we had to take theferry across the river to Pandu,then the train to Gauhati alsoon the banks of the Brahmapu-tra river but higher up stream.At Gauhati we had to be car-

ried up to Shillong in dandys;a sort of sedan chair carried onthe shoulders of two men orfour if you were very heavy!There is a proper road theretoday but in those early daysthere was only a rough trackand it took us all day to get tothe top of the hills, stoppingfor lunch at a halfway house.My only memories of thisschool are of the weekly dosesof cold senna pod tea early inthe morning and being doledout with three pieces of toiletpaper every night! I recall thatthe suppers were very nicewith lots of bread and butterwashed down with piping hotcocoa in huge urns. it was herethat I got chickenpox and stillhave white scars left by thepustules. I also made my firstcommunion there. I was con-sidered to be very good at Artsand Crafts and I remembermaking a book of pressed au-tumn leaves in various designsand knitting a baby’s bonnet for the end of year exhibition,much admired by my teachersand I was very proud of my-self!My next school was in Darjee-ling, the Loretto Convent,6800ft. above sea level in theHimalayas. My sister and Ispent two years there andhated it. We were boarders, Igot measles and rememberwaking up one morning to seeall the girls staring down at mewith horrified eyes and saying,“look at her face all covered with spots”. My poor sister got a very bad dose of whoop-ing cough - no immunisationin those days. I used to standoutside the isolation ward ofthe Infirmary watching her

gasping for breath, with asteam kettle blowing on her.The nuns were, surprisingly,very hard hearted and cruelabout bed-wetting. Any of thechildren who transgressedwere punished by having tostand on the main staircase intheir nightclothes with theirwet sheets draped around theirshoulders. I never had to sufferthis indignity, but my poor sis-ter was only a little thing andwill never forget the shameand anguish she had to endure.Our boring life in this schoolwas alleviated by frequent vis-its from a very dear aunt, mymother’s youngest sister, Mona. She used to come andtake us out to tea and cakes ata local restaurant; red letterdays for us. Sunday in schoolwas pocket money day but weseldom got any from our par-ents. Aunt Mona’s husband, Freddy Oakley was the Man-ager of a tea garden just out-side Darjeeling called Turzum.This garden was a wonderfulplace and to us a little bit ofheaven. The house was a longlow thatched one with beauti-ful polished wooden floorscovered in rugs and carpets,and with a staff of well trainedservants at our beck and call,and gorgeous food! We spentmany very happy holidaysthere. It was a very luxuriouslife after our spartan existencedown in the plains. To get toTurzum we used to have totake the tiny mountain railway(steam) from Siliguri at thefoothills of the Himalayas, getoff at Ghoom station whereAunt Mona and Freddy wouldmeet us, get on horseback andride out to the tea garden

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which took two or three hours.The road was a very narrowrough one and I remember on oneoccasion our riding party met aherd of squealing pigs beingdriven to market; the horses did-n’t like it at all and danced about on the edge of the precipice! Tur-zum also had its own factory forprocessing the tea. We were ableto see the whole operation fromthe picking (two leaves and abud) to the tea being put intolarge crates for shipment to Brit-ain. Freddy Oakley was an ama-teur jockey and a fine poloplayer; in his time he had brokenalmost every bone in his bodyexcept his spine! He used to trainhis own horses, and once when avery valuable animal of his brokeit’s fetlock, instead of putting it down, he and the vet hung it upto the stable ceiling in a sling totake the weight off it’s injury, and it survived.On the way to Darjeeling therewas a place called Kurseong,4800 ft. above sea level, andsome of my happiest memoriesare of holidays spent there. Myfather, being a railwayman, wasable to make use of a cottageowned by the Railways andrented out to their employees forholidays. It was perched on theedge of a deep gorge out ofwhich would come clouds ofdamp white mist rolling up theside of the hill and send us chil-dren screaming away in panic!The cottage garden was filledwith flowers - mostly Cosmos,which when I see any today,takes my mind right back to thosehappy times. I think these holi-days were the only occasionswhen we ever saw marmaladeand jam, since we were not verywealthy! Whenever I taste

Robertsons Golden Shred I re-member KurseongAnother beautiful place we vis-ited was called Almora, also inthe Himalayas, 5500 ft. above sealevel. It used to be very popularfor people suffering from Tuber-culosis. There was fishing avail-able in the lakes and the view ofthe snowy mountains was superb.There was also the Pindari Gla-cier, 13000 ft. nearby. We renteda little cottage covered with aclimbing yellow rose with a gor-geous scent. In the garden was aruined stone tower and we girlsused to run around it throwingstones up to the top; one day alarge stone I’d thrown bounced back down on to my sister’s head cutting it badly and drawingblood; quite a lot of it. On an-other occasion we were calledinto breakfast one morning and infighting to get through the door Icut my forehead very deeply onthe edge of the door. I was takento the hospital but made such afuss about having stitches put inthat the doctor washed his handsof the whole affair, put a bandageon it and told my mother verycrossly to take me away homequickly!The Himalayas have many beau-tiful song birds and birds of para-dise. The one we particularlyloved had a four note call whichwe interpreted as “why don’t you come”, imagining it was calling us to come up to the hills for an-other lovely holiday.In the late 1920’s we moved to a place called Katihar in NorthernIndia not far from Purnea fromwhere expeditions to Mount Ev-erest used to start. The house waslarge and the garden was verybig; mother engaged a gardenerand began to plan a garden. She

did this at every new house wemoved to but, sadly, we neverseemed to stay more then three orfour months anywhere, so just aseverything was starting to lookpretty, off we’d go again! We began to keep lot of animals andbirds as pets. All our cats bredlike mad and we were foreverfinding nests of kittens in oddcorners of the house and garden.The hens laid their eggs under thehedges and bushes and it was likea treasure hunt finding themdaily. I don’t think I went to school at this time, in fact, think-ing about it now, I believe I onlyhad about five years schoolingaltogether in my life! Our dogswere liver and white spaniels anda mongrel black and white terriercalled Peter. These dogs were fedoffal every day and on one occa-sion Peter was so disgusted at hisdinner that, after sniffing at it dis-dainfully, he lifted his leg on it!This poor dog eventually died ofcanker of the ear for which therewas no cure at the time. At firstwe thought he had rabies and fa-ther fetched his gun in readinessto put him down. At that timetreatment for a rabid dog bite wasa terrible business - one had to goto a place called Kasauli for in-jections in the stomach This wasthe only place in the whole of theIndian continent where treatmentwas available and since all travelthen was by train taking days, theoutlook was anything but rosy.Most of our dogs succumbed toDistemper, also incurable then,and I can still remember the sor-row and distress I suffered hear-ing and seeing them dying. Sincethen I have been very reluctant tokeep pets.Our cats stayed out all night andhad terrible fights, torn ears and

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bunged up eyes were common.During the night we’d hear then yowling and spitting andwere able to distinguish ourown cats howls from those ofothers. My sister and I wouldleap out of bed and rush out-side to rescue our own particu-lar favourites. I think minewas called Tiggy and hers wasa moth eaten old tom with abald head and crumpled earcalled Archibald. At some ofhis existence someone hadthrown boiling water overhim - hence the lack of hairand his name. It is surprisingthat when we rushed out atnight we never thought ofstepping on dangerous snakesand insects, of which therewere many. Our dogs oftencame home with a huge scor-pion clinging on to a lip or ear,or their mouths ringed withlion ants holding on with enor-mous jaws, or foaming at themouth from contact with a par-ticular type of frog. We fre-quently heard frogs cryingpitifully whilst being slowlyswallowed by a snake; we’d rush out and try to save themby killing the snake and haul-ing the frog out of its jaws,even by torchlight in the deadof night! Sometimes the frogwould survive if we werequick enough but more oftenthe poor creature would bedead, and white, and half di-gested! Several times I actu-ally slit open a snake to releasea frog!Our servants used to bring usany young animals they foundabandoned; once they broughtus two adorable featherlesslittle nestlings we kept oneeach. My sister’s died but

mine survived and grew up tobe a lovely golden oriole and Ichristened it Harry. I kept it ina cage but it was so tame that Iused to let it out a lot particu-larly when I got down onhands and knees on the lawnto catch beetles and grasshop-pers for him to eat. He wouldsit on my shoulder flapping hiswings and cheeping excitedly.I had no compunction in pull-ing off the insect’s legs and wings so that he could swal-low them easily. This littlebird just loved bathing, I usedto pour water on him from awatering can and he wouldfluff up his feathers and shuf-fle them about and then have agood old preen. At night he’d be back in his cage with hishead tucked under one wingwith just one beady eye openwhen I looked in to see if hewas OK and to give him agood night pat. He’d make a soft chuckling sound in ac-knowledgements a cosy com-fortable sort of noise.We tried very hard to rear ayoung deer whose mother hadbeen shot by villagers, but itwould not eat and just fadedaway. Another young creaturewas a wild cat; we never diddiscover exactly what it was,but it was very fierce and al-though only as large as a fullgrown domestic cat it knockedspots off our pet felines whoquickly learned to keep clearof it. After a few weeks wesent it off to the Calcutta Zoomuch to the relief of the wholefamily.We once had a python whichjust lay about lazily curled upand showed no interest in amouse which our cook put into

its cage. The mouse ended upsitting on the snake’s head washing it’s whiskers! Father let it loose in the nearest jun-gle.One day we were given asmall young animal thatlooked like a domestic cat, butit grew bigger and bigger andwhen it produced stripes wesuddenly realised it lookedremarkably like a young tiger.It began to beat up our dogsand cats and when it reacheddog size and chased the post-man down the drive we had tosend it to the Zoo as well. Itwas a tiger!One of the nicest pets we everhad, apart from my belovedHarry the golden oriole, was ayoung raven. He was terriblynoisy, refused to stay in acage, just followed us aroundall day hopping along side-ways and cawing ceaselesslyfor food. We called him Grip.He was no problem before helearned to fly but after he be-came airborne he was a men-ace, ate anything he fanciedand ran off with anything thatwas shiny or colourful. It wasvery funny to see him having aduel with one of the cats; hewould hop around behind itand tweak its twitching tail, atwhich the cat would cuff thebird over the head. Grip stayedwith us for about two yearsand then suddenly disappearedeither decided to return to thewild, or the cats had their re-venge!My father was a terrible chapfor practical jokes. On one oc-casion he noticed that ciga-rettes were disappearing ratherfast from his cigarette box; hesuspected it was one of the

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servants, and as it had hap-pened before, he decided to seta trap by stuffing several livematch beads into one end of acigarette and replacing it withthe others and then waited.One morning our bearer wasmissing and on asking theother servants where he waswe were told that he was ill.Father went to the man’s quar-ters in the compound andfound him lying in bed withthe sheet drawn up to his nose;on pulling it down he saw thathalf the man’s moustache had been singed off!Another amusing tale is aboutthe sewage collectors. We hadno pull chain toilets at thattime only a commode or thun-derbox as it is called there.When the enamel containerhas been used one has to openthe outside bathroom door andshout out to the sweeper tocome and clean it out. This hedoes by emptying the contentsinto a large sewage tank in thegarden well away from thehouse because of the smell,washing it under a tap andthen returning it to the com-mode. Every night the sewagetank is emptied by a couple ofmen into a two-wheeled tankdrawn by a buffalo; it’s called a Crowley cart and was in-vented, of course, by a Mr.Crowley! Now - in summerwhen the weather was boilinghot we used to have our bedsmoved outside into the gardenwhere it was much cooler (ifyou’ve never slept under the brilliant tropical Milky Wayyou haven’t lived). Father told these sewage collectors not tocome anywhere near us whenthey were doing their work,

but they were too dim or toospiteful to take any notice ofhim and continued to threadtheir way past our beds carry-ing their smelly load. Fatherlost patience and decided toteach them a lesson - one nighthe set up a trip wire (wellaway from us I may say!)across the path that thesechaps would take. Well - youcan imagine what happened - aclatter and a yell and the menwere covered in filth!

Our Carey Experience 2005Mike ComberLast year we decided it wastime we explored the CareyCountry along with KayCarey, so giving Kay the jobof organising it I chauffeuredthe three of us from Stroud,where Kay lives, to Northamp-tonshire to follow the plannedroute.Our first stop was Pury End tolook at William’s birthplace, or what is left of it:

All that shows today is thestone near the site of his cot-tage.

Carey used to walk over thefields from Pury End to Paul-erspury Church, using a foot-path that came into the church-yard:

Where he could then enter thechurch:

Where William was christenedon 23 August 1761, and wherewe met Molly, who guided usaround the church and here islocking up again.

Our next stop was PiddingtonChurch. It was here that Wil-liam and Dorothy married on

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the 10th of June 1781. They setup home in a small cottage inthe village, now replaced by amodern house.

In this cottage he started anevening school in order to earnextra money.At this time he also turned tothe Baptists after a long disen-chantment with the Church ofEngland. He was working inHackleton as a shoemaker in aworkshop owned by ThomasOld.He also worshipped atHackleton

That looked like this inCarey’s time.

It was here that he firstpreached from this pulpit, thatcan still be seen in the church.

In March 1785 the familymoved to Moulton, where theylived in this cottage alongsidethe Baptist Church.

We were met here by Jeanneand Margaret who refreshed uswith coffee before weexplored the church andcottage.

This is how the church lookstoday.

In the cottage William had asmall workshop for his shoe-making trade. It can still beseen today, along with atrough in which he softenedthe leather.

In the Guildhall in Northamp-ton is a portrait of WilliamCarey along with other worthycitizens of Northamptonshire

If you would like to explorethe ‘Carey Experience’ phone Margaret Williams, who is thecoordinator on 01604719187.

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Committee membersRuth WrigleyWhite WallsGolf Links LaneSelsey, W Sussex. PO20 9DF01243 602426edwin&ruth@selseypc.net

Sally Edwards104 Tattersall GardensLeigh on Sea, Essex01702 558848edwards@familyed.fsnet.co.uk

David Allen7 GatewaysEpsom RoadGuildford, Surrey GU1 2LF01483 503857david.allen70@ntlworld.com

Jeremy TaylorLittle TimbersNew RoadWormley, Surrey GU8 8SN01428 503857Jeremytaylor2001@btopenworld.com

Kay Carey12 West Grange CourtLovedays MeadFolly LaneStroud, Glos GL5 1XB01453 767877kcarey@fish.co.uk

Mike Comber23 Badgers CloseHorsham, W Sussex RH12 5RU01403 250897mike@maccom.freeserve.co.uk

Barry Eliades66 Richmond RdBrightonBN2 3RW01273 276386barry@eliades.org

Family treesMike ComberIf you want a copy of yourbranch of the Carey Tree thenplease contact me. Trees cost£5.00 each including postage.However, if you want the fullJonathan line it will cost you£7.00 or £10.00 for overseasmembers