Broken in body and spirit, his last look of England from the deck of the ship was his last look at land.

A fortnight afterward, his brethren read the burial-service over him on a calm, cloudless evening at sea.

Before he was committed to the deep, his little pocket Bible, which had been a present from his wife, was, in accordance with his dying wishes, placed open on his breast, so that the inscription, "To my dear Husband," might rest over his heart.
His unhappy wife still lives.

When the farewell lines of her husband's writing reached her she was incapable of comprehending them.

The mental prostration which had followed the parting scene was soon complicated by physical suffering--by fever on the brain.