A jewel or two, themselves had given me,

Back to my parents,—since they wanted bread,

They who had never let me want a nosegay,—he

Spoke of the jail for felons, if they kept

What was first theirs, then mine, so doubly theirs,

Though all the while my husband's most of all!

I knew well who had spoke the word wrought this:

Yet, being in extremity, I fled

To the Governor, as I say,—scarce opened lip

When—the cold cruel snicker close behind—