This, is but a humble Spray of Kentucky Pine,
placed at the feet of the Dead Poet!
According to a long established Custom,
the Man, in some way, in private print—
—for the Relative, for the Friend, for the Stranger too—
quietly Celebrates the various Red-Letter Days, of the
Dear Lady Here, On the Banks of Wolf Run—his Mother!
Her full Restoration, to her usual Good Health,
is a Source of much Joy, and the cause of much Gratitude.
The many Prayers made for her Recovery must have been of