I Awoke One Morning And Found Myself

Ada! Sole Daughter Of My House And Heart.

For What Were All These Country Patriots Born? To Hunt, And Vote, And Raise The Price Of Corn?

But Words Are Things, And A Small Drop Of Ink, Falling Like Dew, Upon A Thought, Produces That Which Makes Thousands, Perhaps Millions, Think.

But I Hate Things All Fiction... There Should Always Be Some Foundation Of Fact For The Most Airy Fabric - And Pure Invention Is But The Talent Of A Liar.

'tis Sweet To Know There Is An Eye Will Mark Our Coming, And Look Brighter When We Come.