Poor Folk

But the instant that YOU came into my life, you lightened the dark places in it, you lightened both my heart and my soul

conceal my sorrow I would have written this letter half jestingly; but, the faculty of jesting has not been given me. My one desire, however, is to afford you pleasure.

What is it that will most surely break me? It is not the want of money, but the LITTLE worries of life—these whisperings and nods and jeers.