She brought sweetness and light into my life and into my dwelling.

She was the angel in the house, if ever human being was.
Her father became an inmate of our house after the death of his wife at a great age at Torquay, whither they had returned after the death of my wife's half-sister, Harriet Fisher.

He was a jealously affectionate, but very exacting father; and few daughters, I think, could have been more admirable in her affection for him, her attention to him, her care of him.

And I may very safely say that very few mothers of sons have the fortune of finding such a daughter-in-law.
My mother had been very fond of her before our marriage, and became afterwards as devotedly attached to her as she was to me, of whom she knew her to be an indivisible part, while she was to my mother simply perfect.

Her own mother she had always been in the habit of calling by that name.