[p. 102] life gradually assumed a new routine, and the days passed on. She found solace in the general kindliness that greeted her and in the devotion of the younger generation. Each year, as it stole something from her physical and mental vigor, but added to the gentle grace of her manner, her face became like that of a transfigured saint. With the mysterious balance of mortal life, while in public she was reaping the fruit of her own faithfulness, her domestic life was shadowed by one sorrow after another. Under these afflictions her frail body yielded more and more to the infirmities of advanced age. An eager reporter, hearing this, wrote an article on ‘the valuable lessons of her long life.’ This was read to her, her quizzical comment being, ‘It's better not to be in a hurry with obituaries,’ adding after a few minutes, ‘I am a much overrated woman.’
She died November 11, 1880. ‘Know ye not that there is a prince and a great man fallen this day in Israel.’
