This letter fell into the right hands. A cousin was sent out
from England, and she fled with him. No attempt, as far as we know,
was ever made to follow and regain her She did not live many years
afterwards. I grew up among my relatives, ignorant of her history.
My memory of her is distinct, though she died when I was but eight
years old.
"I married, at the age of twenty-six, an officer in the British
army, one of the younger sons in a titled family, for whom no way in
the world is opened, except through the church or the battle-field.
General Montgomery chose the profession of a soldier, not from a
love of its exciting and fearful concomitants, but because he had no
fancy for the gown and cassock, and could not be a hypocrite in
religion. He went quite early to British India, and distinguished
himself there by many acts of bravery, as well as by his humane and
honorable conduct. So highly was he regarded by the East India
Company, that he was selected for most important services, and
assigned to posts of great responsibility. He was past thirty years
of age when I met him, on the occasion of one of his visits to
England.
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