I need not say that the following pleases me very much.
Liverpool, May, 1843.
My Dearest Friend:
I am going to write you a letter. I am very much obliged to you. I am very much amused in hearing stories out of your nice books about the world. I will tell you a story about a widow.
A TRUE STORY.
I knew a widow, very poor,
Who four small children had,
The eldest was but six years old—
A gentle, modest lad.