"At the close of 1672 came the great sorrow and irreparable loss of his old age, the death at Hartford of his wife, who had over-fatigued herself in taking care of him during a severe illness, and whose memory is perpetuated by affectionate allusions to her in the letters of Roger Williams, — one in particular. Near the village of Wickford in the Narragansett country, which took its name from her English home, was a spring at which she often drank in journeys to and from Boston, and which became widely known as Elizabeth's Spring. It was in allusion to it that Williams subsequently wrote her bereaved husband: — 'I constantly thinck of you and send up one remembrance to Heaven for you, and a groan from my selfe for myselfe, when I pass Elizabeth's Spring. Here is the Spring say I (with a sigh) but where is Elizabeth! My charity answers, she is gone to the Eternal Spring and Fountaine of Living Waters.'"
