tired doing my work.

Your afectionate friend

REBECCA.

P. S. Please give the piece of poetry to John because he likes my
poetry even when it is not very good. This piece is not very good but
it is true but I hope you won't mind what is in it as you ran away.

This house is dark and dull and dreer
No light doth shine from far or near
Its like the tomb.

And those of us who live herein
Are almost as dead as serrafim
Though not as good.

My guardian angel is asleep
At leest he doth not virgil keep
Ah! Woe is me!

Then give me back my lonely farm
Where none alive did wish me harm
Dear home of youth!

P.S. again. I made the poetry like a piece in a book but could not get
it right at first. You see "tomb" and "good" do not sound well together
but I wanted to say "tomb" dreadfully and as serrafim are always good I
could n't take that out. I have made it over now. It does not say my
thoughts as well but think it is more right. Give the best one to John
as he keeps them in a box with his bird's eggs. This is the best one.

SUNDAY THOUGHTS

BY

REBECCA ROWENA RANDALL

This house is dark and dull and drear
No light doth shine from far or near
Nor ever could.

And those of us who live herein
Are most as dead as seraphim
Though not as good.

My guardian angel is asleep
At least he doth no vigil keep
But far doth roam.

Then give me back my lonely farm
Where none alive did wish me harm,
Dear childhood home!

DEAR MOTHER,--I am thrilling with unhappyness this morning. I got that
out of a book called Cora The Doctor's Wife. Cora's husband's mother
was very cross and unfeeling to her like Aunt M. to me. I wish Hannah
had come instead of me for it was Hannah that Aunt M. wanted and she is
better than I am and does not answer back so quick. Are there any
peaces of my buff calico. Aunt J. wants enough to make a new waste,
button behind, so I wont look so outlandish. The stiles are quite
pretty in Riverboro and those at Meeting quite ellergant, more so than
in Temperance.

This town is stilish, gay and fair,
And full of wellthy riches rare,
But I would pillow on my arm
The thought of my sweet Brookside Farm.

School is pretty good. The Teacher can answer more questions than the
Temperance one but not so many as I can ask. I am smarter than all the
girls but one but not so smart as two boys. Emma Jane can add and
subtract in her head like a streek