It had a softening effect upon the devoted wife, infusing peace, content, and calm repose.

The solemn reminders on every side had a charm to soothe her hitherto troubled breast.

Holy emotions were nurtured within the heart where once reposed unresisting conflicts of rebellious strife and discontent.
With the warm breath of nature came awakening life into the emaciated frame of the invalid.

Lady Rosamond devoted every waking moment to her husband.

In the charming eventide they sat upon the balcony of their residence overlooking the Corso, catching a glimpse of the open country beyond the surrounding mountains and the ever restless Tiber.
Frequently, they rode slowly along the Appian Way, now almost impassable for heaps of rubbish, mounds, and broken fragments, temples, columns, pillars, and successive piles of neglected relics.