The poor fatherless baby of eight months is now the utterly broken-hearted and crushed widow of forty-two! My life as a happy one is ended! the world is gone for me! If I must live on (and I will do nothing to make me worse than I am), it is henceforth for our poor fatherless children—for my unhappy country, which has lost all in losing him—and in only doing what I know and feel he would wish.
Victoria (1819–1901), British monarch, Queen of Great Britain and Ireland. letter, Dec. 20, 1861, to Leopold I, King of the Belgians. Letters of Queen Victoria, vol. 3, ch. 30, eds. A.C. Benson and Viscount Esher (1907).
Said of the death of Albert, the Prince Consort. Victoria's three-year seclusion and long mourning earned her the sobriquet of "the Widow of Windsor."