ly them that knows,
How hard it is to undergo trouble and sickness.

When I am taken away,
I must be buried to the east side,
Of my Poor little dears' graves.

Poor little Beauty Linna, she remembered Poor Sissy,
For eight months after Poor Sissy's decease,
I know it by many things.

They would always have the best of good cake,
And best of good wheat, brought from the west.

When they was both alive, and I had fire in the north room,
And it came up too cold for them,
They would go in the east room, and call me to come to them,
They would stand side and side, and look at the fire place,
and look at me,
Deaning me to make fire there for them,
Then I would make fire there, and they and I sat down
together,
Now they are gone and I am left broken hearted.

When Poor little Ada Queetie
Departed this life,
That was the first cause
Of my seeking for God.
The path of sorrow,
And that path alone,
Leads to the land
Where sorrows are unknown.

The sick, the troubled, God hears when they complain,
And all the sons of grief,
With tender heart, delights to bless,
And love to give relief.

It is not every one that says, Lord, Lord,
That can enter the Kingdom of heaven,
It is them that doeth God's commandments,
In deeds, words, and thoughts,
To human and dumb creatures too,
And love God and hate the evil one.

MILK.

You needn't talk against milk, if you make your victuals of water, what
you put with water won't go half so far, and awful eating and distress
ailing folks, and no nourishment to it. Make your victuals of milk, and
what you put with milk will go twice as far, and good eating and
nourishment to it. Milk is cooling to health, and strengthening, other
victuals distress my stomach, because I am out of health; milk agrees
with me, other victuals distress me. I cannot eat bread, &c., I must
have milk to live on or go without eating till I die.

NO COMFORT.

You don't know how hard it is to me,
Because I cannot ride somewhere,
I cannot ride nor walk out, impossible yet,
I used to ride once in a while,
On a canter, galop, and run,
O what comfort that was.

I have had horses to run with me,
So that the ground looked
All in black and white streaks.
There never was a horse
That ever started me