It was in Serampore that the gentle botanist found full scope for
the one recreation which he allowed himself, in the interest of his
body as well as of his otherwise overtasked spirit. There he had
five acres of ground laid out, and, in time, planted on the Linnæan
system. The park around, from which he had the little paradise
carefully walled in, that Brahmani bull and villager's cow, nightly
jackal and thoughtless youth, might not intrude, he planted with
trees then rare or unknown in lower Bengal, the mahogany and deodar,
the teak and tamarind, the carob and eucalyptus. The fine American
Mahogany has so thriven that the present writer was able, seventy
years after the trees had been planted, to supply Government with
plentiful seed. The trees of the park were so placed as to form a
noble avenue, which long shaded the press and was known as Carey's
Walk. The umbrageous tamarind formed a dense cover, under which more
than one generation of Carey's successors rejoiced as they welcomed
visitors to the consecrated spot from all parts of India, America,
and Great Britain. Foresters like Sir D. Brandis and Dr. Cleghorn
at various times visited this arboretum, and have referred to the
trees, whose date of planting is known, for the purpose of recording
the rate of growth.

For the loved garden Carey himself trained native peasants who, with
the mimetic instinct of the Bengali, followed his instructions like
those of their own Brahmans, learned the Latin names, and pronounced
them with their master's very accent up till a late date, when
Hullodhur, the last of them, passed away. The garden with its
tropical glories and more modest exotics, every one of which was as
a personal friend, and to him had an individual history, was more
than a place of recreation. It was his oratory, the scene of prayer