little gem, at least, I thought it so then. I think it so now. It was written by a woman. It is said it was the last she ever wrote. I read it and read it until I committed it to memory. 'Tis short, very short. If you wish to hear it, I'll recite it for you now. Yes? "Life! we've been long together Through pleasant and through cloudy weather; 'Tis hard to part, when friends are dear, Perhaps 'twill cost a sigh, a tear. "Then steal away--give little warning, Choose thine own time, Say not 'Good night,' but in some brighter clime Bid me--'Good morning.'" END