Five years later, Julia would be buried beside her husband at the majestic tomb. Her best obituary might well be the concluding words of her Personal Memoirs. For nearly thirty-seven years, I, his wife, rested and was warmed in the sunlight of his loyal love and great fame, and now, even though his beautiful life has gone out, it is as when some far-off planet disappears from the heavens; the light of his glorious fame still reaches to me, falls upon me, and warms me.
