During the nine years that we spent in poverty and debt, she was always able to reason me out of my despairs, and find a bright side to the clouds, and make me see it.

In all that time, I never knew her to utter a word of regret concerning our altered circumstances, nor did I ever know her children to do the like.
For she had taught them, and they drew their fortitude from her.

The love which she bestowed upon those whom she loved took the form of worship, and in that form it was returned--returned by relatives, friends and the servants of her household.

It was a strange combination which wrought into one individual, so to speak, by marriage--her disposition and character and mine.

She poured out her prodigal affections in kisses and caresses, and in a vocabulary of endearments whose profusion was always an astonishment to me.