Oh! Josiah, it seems as if I must expire.
Bet. (mildly) Don’t read any more, don’t!
Ed. Go on! go on!
Thos. J.
I saw thee washing sheep last night,
On the bridge I stood with marble brow;
The water raged, thou clasped it tight
I sighed, “Should both be drounded now,”
I thought Josiah,
Oh, happy sheep, to thus expire.