But her real feelin's would break out once in a while, and lift
him up to the 3d heaven of happiness and then he'd have to totter
and fall down ag'in. Abram Gee had a hard time on't. I pitied
him from nearly the bottom of my heart. But I still kep' a
thinkin' it would turn out well in the end. For it wuz jest
about this time that I happened to find this poetry in a book
where she had, I s'posed, left it. And I read 'em, almost
entirely unbeknown to myself.

It wuz wrote in a dreatful blind way but I recognized it at once.
I looked right through it, and see what she wuz a writin' about
though many wouldn't, it wuz wrote in sech a deep style.

"STANZAS ON BREAD;

"or

"A LAY OF A BROKEN HEART.

"Oh Bread, dear Bread, that seemest to us so cold,
Oft'times concealed thee within, may be a sting!
Sweet buried hopes may in thy crust be rolled;
A sad, burnt crust of deepest suffering.

"There are some griefs the female soul don't tell,
And she may weep, and she may wretched be;
Though she may like the name of Abram well
And she may not like dislike the name of G ,

"Oh Fel Ambition, how thou lurest us on,