There is no wailing for her, least of all for himself, not that their devoted souls were not on the rack: "As no words can express what I feel for you and our children, I shall not attempt it; complaint of any kind would be beneath your courage and mine"-- but their souls, that were destined to suffer, came sublimely through the ordeal.

When Tone left his children as a trust to his wife, he knew from the intimacy of their union what we learn from the after-event, how that trust might be placed and how faithfully it would be fulfilled.

What a tribute from man to wife! How that trust was fulfilled is in evidence in every step of the following years.

Remembering Tone's son who survived to write the memoirs was a child at his father's death, his simple tribute written in manhood is eloquent in the extreme: "I was brought up by my surviving parent in all the principles and in all the feelings of my father"-- of itself it would suffice.

But we can follow the years between and find moving evidence of the fulfilment of the trust.