To shield me from the winter's blast,
For should I live to see another,
He may cut keener than the last;
And I shall never wish to feel
A keener winter than the past."—P. 288.
She complains of a refusal from one to whom she wrote "to beg or solicit some bacon," and says:
"To him she has given, she never did lend,
For her plan is to give to the foe or the friend."—P. 180.
Some one, probably Clarke, wrote an anonymous letter to dissuade her from publishing. This she answers indignantly in prose, concluding:
"Should he be tempted to write again, let him sign his name, or where a letter may find the kind-hearted creature, who has such a love for Nature. His stinging advice was to run down the widow's soul's delight, her dear scraps, which not a block in Nature can suppress"—P. 366.