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.