[Passing with his hand to his head, attended by his
Wives.]
Head in a whirl, and heart in a flutter,
Guess I don't know the half that I utter.
Too much of this life is beginning to try me,
I'm like a dem'd miller the grind always nigh
me;
Praying don't sooth me nor comfort me any,
My house is too full and my blessings too
many—