He was past thirty years of age when I met him, on the occasion of one of his visits to England.

The attraction was mutual; and when he returned to Calcutta, I went with him as his wife.

Then came twenty years of a happy married life;--happy, I mean, so far as a perfect union of souls can make us happy in this world, but miserable, at times, through intense anxiety for the absent one exposed to fearful perils.
"We had three children." There was a tremor in the voice of Mrs.
Montgomery as she referred to her children.

"One only remains." She paused, as if to recover herself, and then went on.
"I lost my husband first.

Ten years ago, he fell at the post of duty, and, while my heart lay crushed and bleeding under the terrible blow, it leaped with throbbings of pride, as his honored name went sounding from lip to lip, and from land to land.