Her two children by Philip II, Philip, count of Clermont ( died 1234 ), and Mary, who married Philip I of Namur, were legitimized by the pope in 1201 at the request of the king.

Her mother ’ s marriage to Agrippa was her second marriage, as Julia the Elder was widowed from her first marriage, to her paternal cousin Marcus Claudius Marcellus and they had no children.

Her remaining children were raised between her, Livia Drusilla and Germanicus ’ mother Antonia Minor.

Her husband died, apparently in the early years of her marriage, leaving her with two children, Athalaric and Matasuntha ( c. 517 – after 550 ), wife c. 550 of Germanus.

" Her portraits Fanny Travis Cochran, Dorothea and Francesca, and Ernesta and her Little Brother, are fine examples of her skill in painting children ; Ernesta with Nurse, one of a series of essays in luminous white, was a highly original composition, seemingly without precedent.

Her story The Land of Far-Beyond is a Christian parable along the lines of John Bunyan's Pilgrim's Progress, with modern children as the central characters.

Her family stopped speaking to her ; his family connection was bruised, as his children felt his marriage was a repudiation of their mother.

Her books for children are:

Her relationship to her children, Roxanne and Ronald, was turbulent at best.

Her father, Pietro Agnesi, also married twice more after Maria's mother died, so that Maria Agnesi ended up the oldest of 21 children.

Her two children are murdered by him, but the eldest son Clodoald survives by escaping to Provence.

Her life, if not her actions, made the decisions and choices of her sister's children, three of whom divorced, easier than they otherwise would have been.

Her name has been added to that of his other children on a monument to Thurmond installed at the statehouse grounds.

Her temperament was more suited to personally directing the education of her children.

Her children are popular science writer and co-author Dorion Sagan, software developer and founder of Sagan Technology, Jeremy Sagan, New York City criminal defense lawyer Zachary Margulis-Ohnuma, and teacher and author Jennifer Margulis.

Her father remarried in Amsterdam on 9 February 1893 to Susanna Catharina ten Hoove ( 11 March 1844 – 1 December 1913 ), with whom he had no children.

Her father, the Civil War veteran William Jackson Smart, was a single parent who raised his six children there.

Although in the United Kingdom there is no strict legal or formal definition of who is or is not a member of the Royal Family, and different lists will include different people, those carrying the style Her or His Majesty ( HM ), or Her or His Royal Highness ( HRH ) are always considered members, which usually results in the application of the term to the monarch, the consort of the monarch, the widowed consorts of previous monarchs, the children of the monarch and previous monarchs, the male-line grandchildren of the monarch and previous monarchs, and the spouses and the widows of a monarch's and previous monarch's sons and male-line grandsons.

** Her children, grandchildren, sister and her sister's children and grandchildren

Her son, James Crofts ( afterwards Duke of Monmouth and Duke of Buccleuch ), was one of Charles's many acknowledged illegitimate children who became prominent in British political life and society.

Her limited charms and conventual upbringing were not potent enough to wean Charles away from the society of his mistresses, and within a few weeks of her arrival she became aware of her difficult position as the wife of a licentious king, but, although Charles continued to have children by his mistresses, he insisted she be treated with respect.

Her children included the Princes in the Tower and Elizabeth of York ; the latter made her the maternal grandmother of Henry VIII.

Her marriage to Edward IV produced a total of ten children, including another son, Richard, Duke of York, who would later join his brother as one of the Princes in the Tower.

Her eyes were glazed as if she didn't hear or even see him.

Her blond hair was frowzy, her dress torn in several places, and her shoes were so completely worn out that they were practically no protection.

Her legs were the full, sexy kind, full bodied like a rare wine and just as tantalizing to the appetite ; ;

Her glance swung past the trailer where the two drivers were standing.

Her long thin arms moved in a slow rhythmical gesture over the family possessions which were placed in front of her.

Her quarters were on the right as you walked into the building, and her small front room was clogged with heavy furniture -- a big, round, oak dining table and chairs, a buffet, with a row of unclaimed letters inserted between the mirror and its frame.

Her thoughts were not discrete.

Her eyebrows were definite and heavy and formed two lines moving upward toward a high forehead and a great head of brown hair that fell to her shoulders.

Her services to the School for many years were of a very high character, and I have often thought that one of the buildings should be named for her ''.

Her eyes were bright with anticipation.

Her `` Rockabye Your Baby '' was as good as it can be done, and her really personal songs, like `` The Man That Got Away '' were deeply moving.

Her hesitation was only momentary and she hoped he didn't notice it, as she settled herself, asked quickly how Miss Jenny and the babies were getting on.

Her nose was higher of bridge, her complexion so pale as to be quite susceptible to sunburn, and the fish and vegetable diet of her forebears had given her teeth that were white and regular and strong.

Her bright eyes were twinkling.

Her hair never seemed to be in place and her skirts were never quite the correct length.

Her eyes were wild.

Her dark cool caresses were sweeter than any woman's ; ;

Her eyes were smiling, too, but so sadly, and there was tiredness and infinite wisdom in them.

Her extendibles were diverted, connected or augmented and the final, delicate-beyond-description brain taps were completed while Helva remained anesthetically unaware of the proceedings.

Her book titles, changed by American publishers, for example Ten Little Niggers to Ten Little Indians, were kept the same across the Atlantic, after bushels of fan mail.

Her reputed last words, uttered as the assassin was about to strike, were " Smite my womb ", the implication here being she wished to be destroyed first in that part of her body that had given birth to so " abominable a son.