Her thirst for knowledge led her into the walks of literature
and through a vast variety of the best writers yearly.
The sacred oracles were the manna of her soul,
her Bible marked throughout by her pen gave evidence
that she embraced truth in the love and purity of it.

Felial, fraternal and conjugal love glowed
through her life not expired but in death.
Her bed of death what pen can portray.
In the distress of excruciating miseries
she firmly recommended God and Heaven
to a crowd of weeping parishoners and poured out her soul
in the most devout universal prayer to God and her saviour
while the spirit seem'd wafted in that upward path
"to a better world that is an heavenly, wherein dwelleth righteousness".