234 MEMOIR OF AUGUSTUS DE MORGAN. 



185(5. somehow or other James Dodson was the c stinking fish ' 

 of his family ; and he had to wait a few years to find out 

 that his great-grandfather was the only one of his 

 ancestors whose name would be held deserving of record. 

 My husband also inherited his love of a city life from 

 his mother, who declared that a night in a country house, 

 with c tne dreary trees moaning all round,' made her 

 sleepless. 



Mrs. De Morgan's death occurred while she was living 

 in the house of her second son, Mr. George De Morgan, 

 the barrister and conveyancer. My husband, of course, 

 visited her almost daily, and was struck with the reality 

 of her conviction, constantly asserted, of the presence of 

 Jesus Christ. He spoke to me of the frequency of this 

 appearance, or supposed appearance, to the dying, and 

 wished that the instances should be always carefully 

 recorded. 



Mrs. De Morgan was one of eleven children and nine 

 daughters of Mr. John Dodson, of the Custom House. 

 Eight of the daughters married officers of either the 

 Military or Civil service in India. At the time of her 

 death there was living, besides her sons Augustus and 

 George, Campbell Greig De Morgan, who was Senior 

 Surgeon to the Middlesex Hospital a man much beloved 

 and highly distinguished in his profession. He survived 

 his brother Augustus four years, dying in 1875. 



Dislocated A few days before our return from Eastbourne in the 



autumn, I was startled by receiving a long letter from my 

 husband, written in pencil and in the middle of each page. 

 He always wrote every day, but it was often not more 

 than to ask after me and the children, and to tell me 

 whom he had seen, with occasional information about the 

 cat or the canaries. This pencil letter was a dramatic 

 description of how he had the day before fallen off the 

 ladder in his library and dislocated his shoulder; how 

 the doctor had been fetched and had replaced the 



