While she cantered up the flume,
Sweet Carrie Monroe.
I will give but one more example of Julia's exquisite word painting, and then after a word or two relative to her style generally I will close.
After speaking tearfully of her life as a child, she says:
My childhood days have passed and gone,
And it fills my heart with pain,
To think that youth will never more
Return to me again.
And now, kind friends, what I have wrote
I hope you will pass o'er,