Shuck as she stood there over the spot so
dear to every pious heart, or plucked a small branch of the "hopia tree" to
send home to her sire, we do not know; but doubtless her mind was filled
with sad forebodings and awful thoughts. "Am I to sleep in such a grave? be
buried away from home, with such a tree as this to wave over me?" "Am I to
fall in China, and see my friends no more? Have I looked upon the shores of
America for the last time?" Questions like these must have been suggested
to her as she stood with her husband beside the grave of Burmah's
proto-martyr.
After stopping a while at Maulmain and Singapore, the missionaries arrived
at Macao in November, 1836, and here commenced immediate preparation to
engage in the gospel work. Their first son was born shortly before their
arrival at Macao. They called him Lewis, for his father. On the 29th of
October the second son was born, who was named Ryland Keeling. With these
two babes around her, the labor of the mother was materially increased and
essentially changed. Her own family required more of her care, and gave her
less time and opportunity to do good abroad.
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