At last, she wrote that her husband was ill--very ill, she feared.

He had, in vain, tried to get employment.

I don't think he was naturally strong, and the anxiety had broken him down.

Then I went up to London at once, and found them, in a little room, without the necessaries of life.

I brought them down home, and nursed him for three months, till he died.
"A week later, Aggie was born.