She never rose from that bed.  Friendless, and without means, she would probably have perished in the streets, or in one of the dens of Portsmouth, had she not been led to this refuge.  As it was, they nursed her there, and did all that human skill and Christian love could devise; but her heart was broken.  Towards the end she told them, in a faint voice, that her Fred had been stationed at Alexandria, and that while there he had been led to put his trust in the Saviour.  She knew nothing of the details.  All these, and much more, she had expected to hear from his own lips.