Fisher to try to do something to ease her pain, which he did, and she passed a peaceful night. Early on Tuesday morning the effects of the medicine were exhausted and she was again racked with pain. About seven o'clock I saw the end was come. She raised herself up in bed and placed herself in my arms and breathed her last. The last words she said were "Good-bye, dear boy, I am going." Her birthday was on April 22nd, and she died on April 24th. I laid her to rest in Fakenham Cemetery. I have erected a stone at the grave to her memory and the following inscription is on it:-- IN LOVING MEMORY OF CHARLOTTE EDWARDS, THE BELOVED WIFE OF GEORGE EDWARDS, C.C. WHO PASSED AWAY APRIL 24, 1912. AGED 70 YEARS. I loved her, yes, no tongue can tell How much I loved her, and how well; Christ loved her too, and thought it best To take her home with Him to rest. "_Thy Will be done._" [Illustration: THE LATE MRS. GEORGE EDWARDS.] Had she lived until June 21st of that year we should have been together for forty years. We shared our joys and bore our sorrows together. Hers had been a lonely life, but she made the sacrifice for the Cause in which she was as deeply interested as I was myself. This shows the noble spirit of the woman and endeared her the more to me. No one can tell the lonely life the wife of a public man has to live, but she never complained. She was always anxious to help me, and if she thought I was in any way depressed and disappointed she would cheer me up with kind words and press me on with my work. In fact, our lives had become one. That made the blow the heavier. I felt I had lost part of myself. In any case I had lost a good helpmate, and a chair became vacant that could never again be filled.