With him went enthusiasm, the high-wrought resolve, the eye that without blenching could look at death. With us remained sorrow, anxiety, and unendurable expectation of evil. The man, says Lord Bacon, who hath wife and children, has given hostages to fortune. Vain was all philosophical reasoning⁠—vain all fortitude⁠—vain, vain, a reliance on probable good. I might heap high the scale with logic, courage, and resignation⁠—but let one fear for Idris and our children enter the opposite one, and, over-weighed, it kicked the beam.