I hav known sum ov theze excentricks that Satan couldn’t 480 ketch, who hav dodged him suckcessfully for the whole ov their lives, but i kan tell you, mi dear boys, it is no credit tew match yourselfs against the devil, even if you hav a ded soft thing. This beating the devil at his own game, is like surviving the small pox, it may make yu proff agin sum more small pox, but yu are sure tew show sum ov the dents.
Dear Brigham, theze remarks are not intended tew be personal, they wouldn’t fit yu enny more than a side-saddle would fit the back stretch ov a trottin track, for i know yu hav bin broke tew stand without tieing.
SHORT REPLYS.
Dear Alice.—I kno nothing about musik. I dont kno this tune from the other.
I dont kno “Yankee doodle” from “Now I lay me on the grass,” or “Mary had an infant sheep.”
I am unkommon sorry for this, but dont think that i am to blame for it.
I hav melody in me sumwhare, for enny boddy kan make me kry if they are kareful.
I love the tender az i do a rare boiled egg.
I hav shed menny a tear, without enny boddy knoing it, over some mother’s catch, or simple lulaby.
But this iz kalled mere weakness by the artistiks.