All was now hushed up again, but again my anger burst forth at her
biding me get up."
She begins thus loftily,--
"Death the righteous love to see,
But from it doth the wicked flee."
Then suddenly breaks off as if with laughter,--
"I am sure they fly as fast as their legs can carry them!"
"There is a thing I love to see,--
That is, our monkey catch a flee!"
"I love in Isa's bed to lie,--
Oh, such a joy and luxury!
The bottom of the bed I sleep,
And with great care within I creep;
Oft I embrace her feet of lillys,
But she has goton all the pillys.
Her neck I never can embrace,
But I do hug her feet in place."
How childish and yet how strong and free is her use of words!--"I lay at
the foot of the bed because Isabella said I disturbed her by continial
fighting and kicking, but I was very dull, and continially at work
reading the Arabian Nights, which I could not have done if I had slept
at the top. I am reading the Mysteries of Udolpho. I am much interested
in the fate of poor, poor Emily."
Here is one of her swains:--
"Very soft and white his cheeks;
His hair is red, and grey his breeks;
His tooth is like the daisy fair:
His only fault is in his hair."
This is a higher flight:--
"DEDICATED TO MRS.
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