She forgot, omitted nothing.

How much we all owe her!" These were words spoken by a friend, whose name will appear later on in this story; words spoken by him at the close of her beautiful life, as she lay dead in her coffin.
And here is another account of her written by the husband on the first anniversary of their marriage: "I did not marry her," he confides to her brother George, "expecting that she would assume a prominent station in the anti-slavery cause, but for domestic quietude and happiness.

So completely absorbed am I in that cause, that it was undoubtedly wise in me to select as a partner one who, while her benevolent feelings were in union with mine, was less immediately and entirely connected with it.

I knew she was naturally diffident, and distrustful of her own ability to do all that her heart might prompt.

She is one of those who prefer to toil unseen--to give by stealth--and to sacrifice in seclusion.