The Sorrows of Werther, that is the Book, Little girl of mine. Will I show you whatHis sorrows were like? Such a brown-eyed look Could hardly see. Never mind, they were notSuch sorrows, I fancy as yours or mine,But such as in pictures look so fine, And such as can end .- in a pistol shot.
."Is any one else in the Book?." (I knew She would ask me that.) Yes, Charlotte is there.."Then is it the Sorrows of Charlotte too?." No, child, for never a man would careTo write such a long sad story, you see, As the .- cutting of bread-and-butter would be; And never a woman had time to dare!
