I think people really marry far too much; it is such a lottery after a >>
A marriage is no amusement but a solemn act, and generally a sad one. >>
His purity was too great, his aspiration too high for this poor, miser >>
He first deceased; she for a little tried to live without him, liked i >>
Sorrow for a husband is like a pain in the elbow, sharp and short. >>
The comfortable estate of widowhood is the only hope that keeps up a w >>
The poor fatherless baby of eight months is now the utterly broken-hearted and crushed widow of forty-two! My life as a happy one is ended! the world is gone for me! If I must live on (and I will do nothing to make me worse than I am), it is henceforth for our poor fatherless children -- for my unhappy country, which has lost all in losing him -- and in only doing what I know and feel he would wish.