But I think many others will feel the lines to be good.

In the concluding stanzas, in which the writer draws her moral, there are weak lines.
But in the first eleven, which paint her picture, there is not one.
Every touch tells, and tells with admirable truth and vividness of presentation.

In one copy of the lines which I have, the name is changed from Bice to "Flavia," and this, I take it, because of the entire non-applicability of the latter stanzas to the child, whose rearing was in her own hands.

But the picture of child and nurse--how life-like none can tell, but I--was the picture of her "baby Beatrice," and the description simply the reproduction of things seen.
I think I may venture to print also the following lines.

They are, in my opinion, far from being equal in merit to the little poem printed above, but they are pretty, and I think sufficiently good to do no discredit to her memory.