She didn’t commit self-suicide,
’Twas tribbilation killed her;
O, what a pity she hadn’t a died
Afore she saw the elder!
And O, Elder, you’ll visit my grave, won’t ye, and shed tew or three tears over it? ’Twould be a consolation tew me tew think you would.
E. S. In case I should ever have occasion to journey through that section of the country, and could consistently with my arrangements make it convenient to tarry for a short time at Wiggleton, I assure you it would afford me much pleasure to visit your grave, agreeably to your request.
W. B. O, Elder, how onfeelin’!
E. S. Unfeeling! did I not understand you correctly when I understood you to request me to visit your grave?
W. B. Yes, but I don’t see how you could be so carm, when I’m talkin’ about dyin’.
E. S. I assure you, Mrs. Bedott, I had not the slightest intention of manifesting a want of feeling in my remark. I should regard your demise as a most deplorable event, and it would afford me no small degree of satisfaction to prevent so melancholy a catastrophe were it in my power.