I cannot better bring this little book to a close than with the following beautiful letter, addressed to my mother, his devoted wife for fifty-two years, of whom he said, on the morning she lay dead: 'She was a good woman, a good wife, and a good mother.' She would have asked for no higher tribute from him. Earthly titles were nothing to her in comparison. To be a 'good woman,' a 'good wife,' a 'good mother' was her highest aim to the last day of her long and eventful life. There is a bitter-sweet consolation to me in the thought that they who trod life's thorny path together for fifty-two years now lie side by side at rest for evermore. None can divide them now. May their good deeds only be remembered!