In Calcutta, instead of the hired house which could not hold all his pupils so that they had to come in relays, in a splendid building, which cost 150,000 rupees, multitudes have received instruction. A proud man, in Duff's place, might have exclaimed: "Lo! Where I went forth alone, in the single Free Church Mission to which I belong, there have been in the last half-century one hundred and fifteen Scottish, and forty-four Native Missionaries, some still on earth, and some now in glory; of these how many did 'I' draw to the work! There were in 1830 'two' primary schools in Bombay and Calcutta, now behold 'two hundred and ten' Colleges and Schools in the land, in which more than fifteen thousand youths and girls can hear the glad news of salvation; how many of these institutions owe their beginning to me! The Free Church of Scotland alone has numbered 6,458 adult converts; how many of them were as sheaves gathered by me! And this is but a part of my work. If a stream of liberality flows in the channel of missions, not only in my own land but in others, how often have the springs which feed them been opened by me!" But we cannot even imagine the lowly Missionary uttering such words of pride, or even in thought exulting presumptuously in the success which he owed to the blessing of God. This is his own idea of what would be a suitable inscription on his tomb. "Here lies Alexander Duff, by nature and practice a sinful guilty creature, but saved through grace, through faith in the blood and righteousness of his Lord and Saviour Jesus Christ." And were aught to be added to such an inscription, Dr. Duff would have it but this: "by profession a Missionary; by his life and labours the true and constant friend of India." A heavy affliction came to Dr. Duff before he was called to his heavenly rest. Early in 1865 the light of his eyes, the joy of his heart, his beloved wife, sank to sleep in Jesus. Dr. Duff, as we have seen, was a man of very keen feelings, and sore must have been his grief as he stood by the grave of her of whom he thus wrote: "My faithful loving spouse, my other half, who sustained and cheered and comforted me, and was not only the life of my dwelling but my very home itself, . . . is gone! She is not, for God hath taken her to the temple above, to serve and enjoy Him there for ever." The aged Christian did not mourn as those without hope. As he writes in a letter to his sorrowing son: