of the hack.” So we lost that opera and a good washerwoman, too. Still, Pa’s awful nice.
—Geo. M. Vickers.
Dying to Win.
Fierce blows the gale and cold,
Loudly the windows[27] rattle;
Why, the stars seemed never half so bright.
Hark![28] ’Twas a bell that tolled—
There, again! must I battle
Through another dreadful winter night?
Better by far to die.