“Sing,” says I in a tone almost cold enough to make his whiskers frosty, “I’d call it singin’ if I was you.” It worried me all through meetin’ time, and thankful was I when he dropped off into a sweet sleep jest before meetin’ was out. He never heard ’em sing the last time, and I had to hunch him for the benediction.
In the next week’s Augur came out a lot of verses, among which were the following: they were headed
SORROWS OF THE HEART.
Written on bein’ broken into, while singin’ a duett with a deah friend.
BY BETSY BOBBET.
And sweetness neveh seems so sweet,
As when his voice and mine doth meet,
I rise, I soah, earth’s sorrows leaving,
I almost seem to be in heaveng.
But when we are sweetly going on,