The rest of their lives was not very eventful. The husband, after a time, secured a small income; but their life was always a struggle. _S_rîmatî, blessed with healthy children, thought that she had all that her heart desired, though she deeply felt the unkindness of their relatives. Her servants loved her and would never leave her, and when her husband complained of certain irregularities in the household and thought she was too lenient to her maids, she would but sigh and say: “Why should I lose patience, and thereby my peace of mind? Is it not better that I should suffer a little by their conduct than that they should be unhappy?” Her love of her children was most ardent. Yet her highest desire was always the happiness of her husband. She twined round him, as her friends used to say, like a creeper, but it was often the creeper that had to give strength to him and uphold him in his many trials and unfulfilled aspirations. Religion was the never-failing support for both of them, and their conversation constantly turned on the unseen life here and hereafter. The life which they lived together may seem to us uneventful, uninteresting, unsatisfying; but it was not so to them. This quiet couple, breathing the keen, wholesome air of poverty, and drinking from the well of homely life, performing their daily round of duty in the village which had been the home of their ancestors, were happy and perfectly satisfied with their lot on earth. When at last the wife’s health began to fail, young and happy as she was, she was quite willing to go. She complained but little on her sick-bed, and her only fear was lest she might disturb her husband’s slumber and deprive him of the rest which was so necessary for him. She watched and prayed, and when the end came she looked at him whom she had loved from her early childhood, and quietly murmured: “O, All-merciful” (Dayâmaya), and passed away. Thus she lived and died: a true child-wife, pure as a child, devoted as a wife, and always yearning for that Spirit whom she had sought for, if, haply, she might feel after Him and find Him. And surely He was not far from her, nor she from Him! INDEX. Abhedânanda, 105. Âdi Brâhma-Samâj, 89. Agni, son of Dakshi_n_â, 205. — first of all the gods, 214. — fire, hymns to, 214, 216, 219. Ahanâ, Dawn, 201, 204, 206, 208. Ânandibâi Joshee, 116, 129; defends child-marriages, 116. — — her American Degree, 132. An-_ri_ta, 208. Arnold, Dr., and the French master, 100. Ârya-Samâj, 93. — — hold to the Veda, 94. Aryan mythology derived from natural phenomena, 190. Asoka, King, 138. A_s_va, racer, or Vâ_g_in, horse, 174. A_s_vins, Day and Night, hymn to, 194–197. — the pair of, 224. Atharva-Veda, 28, 169. Athênê, first conception of, the Dawn, 208. Babu Debendranâth Tagore, threw over the Veda, 82. Bâdarâya_n_a, 149, 153. Bashkirtseff, Marie, 235, 236. Bergaigne, M., 192, 203.