Brine enough to ’merse a ham,
Salt enough to build a dam!
Trickle, trickle, all ye can
And wet my dry heart’s aching.
Sop and sop, ’tis better so,
For in dry soil flowers ne’er grow.
This little jingle answered its purpose. Mrs. Curran’s tears continued to fall, but they were tears of laughter, and all of the little party about the board were put in good spirits. Then Patience dryly remarked:
“Two singers there be; he who should sing like a troubadour and brayeth like an ass, and he who should bray that singeth.”
These examples will serve to illustrate the nature of the communications, and as an introduction to the numerous compositions that will be presented in the course of this narrative.