“Did she marry? Yes, suh, she did, fer she had pickin’ choice o’ de whole country, Norf an’ Souf. She married a big rich man in Richmond, an’ she’s got some o’ de likeliest childern in de world. Her pa is dar doin’ well, too; dey send me money every now an’ den an’ wish me well. Dey is folks right, suh, an’ ef you ever run across um you’ll know I’m tellin’ you de trufe.”
SONG.
BY ROBERT LOVEMAN.
Drenched in the dew of tender tears,
A song doth blossom in my heart;
The trembling words are fraught with fears,
The melody is love’s sweet art.
O, to my lady, song, away!
Be thou my courier, true and fleet,
Mesh her in music all the day,