“Oh! you understand me not; I meant, devorhed his sweet, tender lines.”
“I hain’t devoured his tenderlines, nor nothin’ relatin’ to him,” and I made a motion to lay the paper down, but Betsey urged me to go on, and so I read—
“GUSHINGS OF A TENDAH SOUL.
“Oh let who will,
Oh let who can,
Be tied onto
A horrid male man.
Thus said I ’ere
My tendah heart was touched,
Thus said I ’ere