The widow retires to the grove in the rear of Elder Sniffles’ house, sits down on a log and sings in a plaintive voice.
Widow Bedott.
What peaceful hours I once enjoyed,
All on a summer’s day!
But O, my comfort was destroyed,
When Shadrack crossed my way!
I heerd him preach—I heerd him pray—
I heerd him sweetly sing;
Dear suz! how I did feel that day!