"You have a fine husband," said I to the woman, as we were now left together. "William loves me this day as on the wedding-day, sir. Some hasty words, but never a harsh one. I wish I were better and stronger for his sake. And, oh! sir, both for his sake and mine" (and the soft, blue, beautiful eyes turned into two well-springs), "how I wish little William and Martha lived--it is so lonely-like now. William named after him, and Martha for me." When a companion's heart of itself overflows, the best one can do is to do nothing. I sat looking down on my as yet untasted pudding. "You should have seen little William, sir. Such a bright, manly boy, only six years old--cold, cold now!" Plunging my spoon into the pudding, I forced some into my mouth to stop it. "And little Martha--Oh! sir, she was the beauty! Bitter, bitter! but needs must be borne!" The mouthful of pudding now touched my palate, and touched it with a mouldy, briny taste. The rice, I knew, was of that damaged sort sold cheap; and the salt from the last year's pork barrel. "Ah, sir, if those little ones yet to enter the world were the same little ones which so sadly have left it; returning friends, not strangers, strangers, always strangers! Yet does a mother soon learn to love them; for certain, sir, they come from where the others have gone. Don't you believe that, sir? Yes, I know all good people must. But, still, still--and I fear it is wicked, and very black-hearted, too--still, strive how I may to cheer me with thinking of little William and Martha in heaven, and with reading Dr. Doddridge there--still, still does dark grief leak in, just like the rain through our roof. I am left so lonesome now; day after day, all the day long, dear William is gone; and all the damp day long grief drizzles and drizzles down on my soul. But I pray to God to forgive me for this; and for the rest, manage it as well as I may." Bitter and mouldy is the "Poor Man's Pudding," groaned I to myself, half choked with but one little mouthful of it, which would hardly go down. I could stay no longer to hear of sorrows for which the sincerest sympathies could give no adequate relief; of a fond persuasion, to which there could be furnished no further proof than already was had--a persuasion, too, of that sort which much speaking is sure more or less to mar; of causeless self-upbraidings, which no expostulations could have dispelled, I offered no pay for hospitalities gratuitous and honorable as those of a prince. I knew that such offerings would have been more than declined; charity resented.