"Dorothy Gray.
The careful, tender mother of many children, one of whom alone
had the misfortune to survive her."
The touch in the last words, "the misfortune to survive her!"—Carlyle's words upon his wife's tomb recur to me:
"And he feels that the light of his life has gone out."
These were men wailing for women. I cannot believe but that there are many women who would prefer to share the fate of men who die. There is such love on earth. Sujâtas are not confined to India. As she says:
"But if Death called Senáni, I should mount
The pile and lay that dear head in my lap,
My daily way, rejoicing when the torch
Lit the quick flame and rolled the choking smoke.
For it is written, if an Indian wife
Die so, her love shall give her husband's soul