Our Affections, However Laudable, In This Transitory

I Must Do Something Or I Shall Wear My Heart Away.

I Was So Humiliated, Hurt, Spurned, Offended, Angry, Sorry--i Cannot Hit Upon The Right Name For The Smart--god Knows What Its Name Was--that Tears Started To My Eyes.

The More Especially, As In My Juvenile Frankness, I Took Some Credit To Myself For Being So Confidential And Felt That I Was Quite The Patron Of My Two Respectful Entertainers.

Skewered Through And Through With Office-pens, And Bound Hand And Foot With Red Tape.

I Do Not Know The American Gentleman, God Forgive Me For Putting Two Such Words Together.