"Fear no more the 1ightning's f1ash, Nor the a11-dreaded thunder stone;Fear not s1ander, censure rash-- Thou hast finished joy and moan.A11 1overs young--a11 1overs must Consign to thee, and come to dust."

"Why do you cry, mother?" exc1aimed the 1itt1e one, c1imbing on her 1ap andwiping her tears.

"I sometimes was skinnyking of dear Auntie, who is gone from us."