of verses in that edition.
Her pages would illy have
fitted even so attractive a
story as "Mercy Philbrick's
Choice", unwilling as the
public are to believe she
had no part in it: "Her
wagon was hitched to a star"
and who could ride or write
with so aerial a ^{such a} voyager.
So [?] A Damascus blade
gleaming, and glancing
in the sun was her wit.
Her swift poetic rapture