What a loss is this to us all--to Elizabeth and Mother and you and me.

In him I have lost all my society.
I sought no other and formed my habits to live with him.

I deferred to him on so many questions and trusted him more than myself, that I feel as if I had lost the best part of myself.

In him were the foundations of so solid a confidence and friendship that all the years of life leaned upon him.
His genius too was a fountain inexhaustible of thoughts and kept me ever curious and expectant.

Nothing was too great, nothing too beautiful for his grasp or his expression, and as brilliant as his power of illustration was, he stuck like a mathematician to his truth and never added a syllable for display.