Her husband continued his self-denying labors four years longer, until, seeing no prospect of her recovery, he believed his duty required him to follow her.

It was then a time of civil war in his native land, and his public spirit led him to accept an invitation from a regiment of cavalry to be their chaplain.

A detachment, with which he was connected, was surprised early in the morning of August 3, 1861, and he fell, shot in the head before he was fairly out of his tent.[1] [1] See _Missionary Herald_, 1862, p.

321.
In courage, enterprise, tact, and efficacy, Mr.Dunmore stood in the front rank of missionaries.

"He did not write much of what he did," says Mr.Walker, his successor at Diarbekir.