The Great White Hand by James Edward Muddock - HTML preview

To the Memory of

MY FATHER

A true gentleman, brave, upright, faithful; who after many long
 years of devotion to duty in India—and when on the eve of
 returning to his native land—sank very suddenly to his
 eternal rest in March, 1861, and sleeps “Till the
 day break,” in The Circular Road Cemetery,
 Calcutta, I dedicate this book.