"Would it!" said Winifred with a brightened face.
"Asahel," she said, as Asahel came in a few minutes after, "mamma says Governor would like nothing so well as to have me learn to write."
"I knew that before," said Asahel coolly. "He was talking to me last summer about learning you."
"Was he! Then will you Asahel? Do you know yourself?"
"I know how to begin," said Asahel.
And after that many a sorrowful feeling was wrought into trammels and pothooks.
CHAPTER XIV.
Bard. On, on, on, on, on! to the breach, to the breach! Nym. Pray thee, corporal, stay; the knocks are too hot; and for mine own part, I have not a case of lives: the humour of it is too hot, that is the very plain-song of it. KING HENRY V.
"To Mr. Winthrop Landholm, Shagarack College.
"Dec. 10, 1810.