James Adair says in his History of the American Indians (188), "They compel the widow to act the part of the disconsolate dove, for the irreparable loss of her mate.

Let it flow into my poor disconsolate soul, that I may serve Thee with all my ransomed powers.

He steadied his glass against the mizzen-shrouds, and he looked long and hard at this disconsolate stranger every time she came reeling up on to the crest of a roller and hung balanced for a few seconds before swooping down upon the other side.

I shall never find a match for the poor disconsolate survivor.