A voyage to Calcutta was imperatively enjoined on all; but it was stormy and full of suffering, and soon after they arrived at Serampore their youngest child, little Henry, died.

A still further voyage was thought advisable, and the whole family went as far as the Isle of France, where they recovered some measure of health, and their toil at Moulmein was resumed.
Four more years passed, three more children were born, and then the strength that had been for nineteen years so severely tried, gave way, and the doctors pronounced that Sarah Judson's life could only be saved by a voyage to America.

The three elder children were to go with her, but the three little ones were to remain, since their father only intended to go as far as the Isle of France, and then return to his labour.

The last words she ever wrote were pencilled on a slip of paper, intended to be given to him to comfort him at their farewell:-- "We part on this green islet, love: Thou for the Eastern main, I for the setting sun, love; Oh! when to meet again?
My heart is sad for thee, love, For lone thy way will be; And oft thy tears will fall, love, For thy children and for me.
The music of thy daughter's voice Thou'lt miss for many a year, And the merry shout of thine elder boys Thou'lt list in vain to hear.
* * * * * Yet my spirit clings to thine, love, Thy soul remains with me, And oft we'll hold communion sweet O'er the dark and distant sea.
And who can paint our mutual joy When, all our wanderings o'er, We both shall clasp our infants three At home on Burmah's shore?
But higher shall our raptures glow On yon celestial plain, When the loved and parted here below Meet, ne'er to part again.
Then gird thine armour on, love, Nor faint thou by the way Till Boodh shall fall, and Burmah's sons Shall own Messiah's sway." What a trumpet-note for a soldier to leave after nineteen years service "through peril, toil, and pain," undaunted to the last! For by the time the ship left the Isle of France, she was fading so rapidly that her husband could not quit her, and sailed on with her to St.Helena.

She was fast dying, but so composed about her children, that some one observed that she seemed to have forgotten the three babes.