Original Illustrated Version By Mark Twain

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172                                                           TOM SAWYER.
Then arose a slim, melancholy girl, whose face had the " interesting " pale­ness that comes of pills and indigestion, and read a "poem." Two stanzas of
it will do:
Alabama, good-bye ! I love thee well!
But yet for awhile do I leave thee now ! Sad, yes, sad thoughts of thee my heart doth swell,
And burning recollections throng my brow ! For I have wandered through thy flowery woods ;
Have roamed and read near Tallapoosa's stream ; Have listened to Tallassee's warring floods,
And wooed on Coosa's side Aurora's beam.
Yet shame I not to bear an o'er-full heart,
Nor blush to turn behind my tearful eyes ; 'Tis from no stranger land I now must part,
'Tis to no strangers left I yield these sighs-Welcome and home were mine within this State,
Whose vales I leave—whose spires fade fast from me : And cold must be mine eyes, and heart, and tete,
When, dear Alabama ! they turn cold on thee !
There were very few there who knew what " tete " meant, but the poem was very satisfactory, nevertheless.
Next appeared a dark complexioned, black eyed, black haired young lady, who paused an impressive moment, assumed a tragic expression and began to read in a measured, solemn tone.
Dark and tempestuous was night. Around the throne on high not a single star quivered ; but the deep intonations of the heavy thunder constantly vibrated upon the ear; whilst the terrific lightning revelled in angry mood through the cloudy chambers of heaven, seeming to scorn the power exerted over its terror by the illustrious Franklin ! Even the boisterous winds unanimously came forth from their mystic homes, and blustered about as if to enhance by their aid the wildness of the scene.
At such a time, so dark, so dreary, for human sympathy my very spirit sighed ; but instead
'" My dearest friend, my counsellor, my comforter and guide— My joy in grief, my second bliss in joy," came to my side.
She moved like one of those bright beings pictured in the sunny walks of fancy's Eden by the