Essence- II

I have been overwrought to-day,

He couldn't deny himself a small parting gibe,

Don't take it so hard, a body can't win every time,

You'll hang somebody yet,

It is no lie to say, I am sorry, I have to being with you...

He slept through a troubled and unrestful hour,

Then unconsciousness began to shred away,

And presently he rose drowsily to a sitting posture...

He is useless on top of the ground he ought to be under it inspiring the cabbages,

All sense of weariness had been swept away by the invigorating refreshment,

 Of the great and hopeful discovery which he had made,

To the untrained eye the collection of delicate originals made by the human finger on the glass.

The dullest eye could detect at a glance and at a distance of many feet,

That no two of the patterns were alike,

Much stress has been laid upon the fact,

That the accused offered a very large reward for the knife,

Taken in connection with the memorable and apparently prophetic speech of the deceased concerning,

He is flying signals of distress, now even people who despise him are pitying him now...