Mrs. Morris—“That I were single again.”
—Life.
August Fourteenth
The pure one loved him to the day he died,
But when he died, his dearest friend she wed.
—James B. Bensal.
August Fifteenth
“There never was a nicer woman as a widder, than that ’ere second wentur o’ mine,—a sweet cretur she was, Sammy; and all I can say on her now, is, that as she was such an uncommon pleasant widder, it’s a great pity she ever changed her condition.”
—Dickens.