At home, it was she who warmed and cheered the house, and the hearth, more than all Christmas fires.

Abroad, she shone upon the poor like the sun.

She led her beloved husband by the hand to Heaven.

She led her children the same road; and she was leading her grandchildren when the angel of death came for her; and she slept in peace.
Many remember her.

For she alone, of all our tale, lived in this present century; but they speak of her as "old Madam Vane"-- her whom we knew so young and fresh.
She lies in Willoughby Church--her mortal part; her spirit is with the spirits of our mothers and sisters, reader, that are gone before us; with the tender mothers, the chaste wives, the loyal friends, and the just women of all ages.
RESURGET.
I come to her last, who went first; but I could not have stayed by the others, when once I had laid my darling asleep.