He was laid out last night in the stable, and this morning we buried him in the middle plantation on the house side of the fence, in the flowery corner, between the fence and Lord Shrewsbury's fields.

We covered his dear body with flowers; every flower in the garden.

Everybody loved him; 'dear saint,' as I used to call him, and as I do not doubt he now is!! No human being was ever so faithful, so gentle, so generous, and so fond! I shall never love anything half so well.
"It will always be pleasant to me to remember that I never teased him by petting other things, and that everything I had he shared.

He always ate half my breakfast, and the very day before he died I fed him all the morning with filberts." (There may have been a connection between the filberts and the funeral.) "While I had him, I was always sure of having one who would love me alike in riches or poverty, who always looked at me with looks of the fondest love, always faithful and always kind.

To think of him was a talisman against vexing thoughts.