Widow Bedott To Elder Sniffles

Frances Miriam Berry Whitcher 1811 (Whitestown, New York, ) – 1852 ( Whitestown, New York, )




O reverend sir, I do declare
It drives me most to frenzy,
To think of you a-lying there
Down sick with influenzy.
  
A body'd thought it was enough
To mourn your wife's departer,
Without sich trouble as this ere
To come a-follerin' arter.
  
But sickness and affliction
Are sent by a wise creation,
And always ought to be underwent
By patience and resignation.
  
O, I could to your bedside fly,
And wipe your weeping eyes,
And do my best to cure you up,
If 'twouldn't create surprise.
  
It's a world of trouble we tarry in,
But, Elder, don't despair;
That you may soon be movin' again
Is constantly my prayer.
  
Both sick and well, you may depend
You'll never be forgot
By your faithful and affectionate friend,
Priscilla Pool Bedott.
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Submitted on August 03, 2020

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Scheme ABAB XAAX CCDC XEXE XAXA FXFD
Closest metre Iambic tetrameter
Characters 715
Words 136
Stanzas 6
Stanza Lengths 4, 4, 4, 4, 4, 4

Frances Miriam Berry Whitcher

Frances Miriam "Berry" Whitcher (1811–1852) was an American humorist, born in Whitestown, New York. Whitcher may have been the first significant woman prose humorist in the United States.  more…

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