To see their child and love her, was for me the affair of a day.

Her virgin heart smiled upon my love.

At the first avowals dictated to me by my passion, I saw her forehead color with a lovely modesty.

We exchanged our vows one lovely evening in June, under an arbor where her happy father sometimes dispensed to the thirsty officers the brown liquor of the North.

I swore that she should be my wife, and she promised to be mine; she yielded still more.