There were only two cantos in very concise style,
so I shall send you them entire.
CANTO I.
In the kingdom of _Mortin_
I had the good fortin'
To find these verses
On tombs and on hearses,
Which I, being jinglish
Have done into English.
CANTO II.
The man what's so colickish
When his friends are all frolickish
As to turn up his noses
And turn on his toses
Shall have only verses
On tombstones and hearses.
But, seriously, my dear husband, you must try and be patient, for
this cannot last forever. Be patient and bear it like the toothache,
or a driving rain, or anything else that you cannot escape. To see
things as through a glass darkly is your infirmity, you know; but the
Lord will yet deliver you from this trial. I know how to pity you, for
the last three weeks I have suffered from an overwhelming mental
depression, a perfect heartsickness. All I wanted was to get home and
die. Die I was very sure I should at any rate, but I suppose I was
never less prepared to do so."
The long exile was ended in the spring of 1847, and in May Mrs. Stowe
returned to her Cincinnati home, where she was welcomed with sincere
demonstrations of joy by her husband and children.
Her sixth child, Samuel Charles, was born in January of 1848, and
about this time her husband's health became so seriously impaired that
it was thought desirable for him in turn to spend a season at the
Brattleboro' water-cure.
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