> Soon finding that poetry afforded no balm to her sorrow, she
determined to try a little singing, and that it should not be
loud enough to heard throughout the house, but did not care if it
were sufficiently so to awaken her husband; her strains had
nothing in them of the hushaby, more resembling the wild notes of
Crazy Jane; but be that as it may, they operated upon Snoozle as
an opiate, who seemed to be lulled, instead of disturbed, by the
notes of his wife, who, finding her vocal rather militate against