"Can a mother forget ?" was all her answer.

She died on board the ship, at anchor in the bay of St.Helena, and was carried to the burial-ground, where all the colonial clergy in the island attended, and she was laid beside Mrs.Chater, the wife of that Serampore missionary whose expulsion had led to the first pioneering at Rangoon, and who had since worked in Ceylon.

She was just forty-two, and died September 1st, 1845.
Her husband found her beautiful farewell; and, as he copied it out, he wrote after the last verse, "Gird thine armour on," "And so, God willing, I will yet endeavour to do; and while her prostrate form finds repose on the rock of the ocean, and her sanctified spirit enjoys sweeter repose on the bosom of JESUS, let me continue to toil on all my appointed time, until my change too shall come." On the evening of the day of her burial, he sailed with the three children, and arrived at Boston on the 15th of October, 1845.

He remained in his native country only nine months, and, if a universal welcome could have delighted him, he received it to the utmost.

So little did he know of his own fame, that, returning after thirty years, he had been in pain to know where to procure a night's lodging at Boston, whereas he found half the city ready to compete for the honour of receiving him, and every one wanted to meet him.