Her acts were pure--her mind was pure--her heart was pure--every thought was pure.
There was purity in her sorrow, leading to pure and holy thoughts--speaking to the soul--giving comfort--giving hope.
In deep sincerity did Lady Rosamond mourn for her husband.

She mourned his loss as that of a loved brother--a dear friend--one in whom she confided.

She found much comfort in the thought of having done her best.
She had fulfilled her duty--she had struggled bravely.

She had cheered her husband's path through life--she had kept her secret--made one being happy.

Surely such thoughts must have offered some relief.