Parentalia XII. — Julia Dryadia, my Sister

If there is any virtue which a discreet woman could desire to possess, Dryadia, my sister, lacked it not. Nay more, she had many which the stronger sex and the nobler heart of men would gladly have. Well trained with her distaff's aid to maintain her life and her good name, and trained in all good habits, she trained her household too. To her truth was dearer than life, and her one thought was to know God and to love her brother above all besides. Albeit she lost her husband while still young, she was a match for any dame in the strictness of life, though shunning sourness, and lived out six decades of cheerful life, dying in the same home and under the same roof as did her father.