In his last days his thoughts reverted to her, and as he followed her body to the grave, on foot in the wet and cold, and leading his children by the hand, it must indeed have seemed as if the wine of life had been drunk and only the lees remained.

He was excessively pale, and to those who looked upon him seemed crushed and heart-broken.
The only relief was to return to his work and to the excitement of public affairs; but the cloud hung over him long after he was once more in his place in the Senate.

Death had made a wound in his life which time healed but of which the scar remained.

Whatever were Mr.Webster's faults, his affection for those nearest to him, and especially for the wife of his youth, was deep and strong.
"The very first day of Mr.Webster's arrival and taking his seat in the Senate," Judge Story writes to Mr.Ticknor, "there was a process bill on its third reading, filled, as he thought, with inconvenient and mischievous provisions.

He made, in a modest undertone, some inquiries, and, upon an answer being given, he expressed in a few words his doubts and fears.