One night when in attendance at a prayer meeting she met a handsome officer of the 76 Regiment from England. His regiment was stationed in her dear Scotland.

[Editor's note - The 76th regiment appears to be the Duke of Wellington's regiment. Above is the badge of the regiment as shown by http://www.egframes.co.uk/indexbadge.htm.]

It could have been that the young officer and his comrade-in-arms were looking for something interesting to do during their free evening. Attracted by the lights in the church and people going in they decided to attend whatever was going on.

Young, fun-loving Hannah was fascinated by the tall, good looking officers.

Undoubtedly two young strangers in church caused a murmur to flow like a wave over the room. Hannah demurely lowered her lashes when his eyes met hers. Still she stole shy glances at him, quickly turning away whenever she met his gaze.

At the conclusion of the service the Vicar made his way through the faithful to greet the strangers in their midst.

Surely after greeting the young men and learning their names the Vicar introduced them to a number of the members of the congregation. A bevy of winsome girls hovered in the background finding the Color Sergeant and his friend such a fascination that they lingered near them just in vague hope that the Vicar might include them in the introduction.

So, of course, Hannah's blue eyes had lost for a moment their merry twinkle and were intense with interest looking from the two strangers, and especially the tall one with dark curly hair, to the face of her Pastor.

Suppose that in the Vicar's keen judgment of men these two young officers had rated high. He felt safe in introducing Hannah to them. That he was a long time romanticist who delighted to see the young fall in love. So with joy in his heart he beckoned Hannah over.

A long intense look might have been exchanged between Hannah and the Color Sergeant, George Burridge, during the Reverend's introduction.

From then on the days rolled in unbelievable rapidity.

Hannah's attendance at all church functions increased, if possible. She was indeed a devout Methodist and George a half-hearted commanded member of the Church of England. Thus the Church was a safe meeting place for those of different nations and religions who were becoming more and more interested in each other.

Soon Hannah's days began and ended with thoughts of George and her nights were made happy and sad by dreams of him.

Worries filled her mind, doubts made her heart quiver. Unanswered questions plagued her. Was George beginning to love her? Could she , a Scottish Lass, marry an Englishman? What of the family's plans for her? Was her cousin still thinking that they should marry? and so on and on. Emotions just as mixed and mind in a turmoil, she went about her daily duties.

Than all wonderings were ended. George asked her mother if he might call and court Hannah properly with the intentions of marriage. Then Hannah was sure he was the one for her. It was not long before wedding plans were made. She went gaily through the tasks of the short days.

Perhaps George's wedding picture