I laughed at myself for composing.

He was not an Austrian: but when he was alive he lived in Vienna, the capital of Austria.

He ate Austrian bread, and why God gave him such a soul of music I never can think!--Well, by-and-by my father wanted to know what I did in the day, and why they never had anything but potatoes for dinner.

My mother came to me, and I told her to say, I took walks.

My father said I was an idle girl, and like my mother--who was a slave to work.