Procure the remedy at once and be well
Love and painting are quarrelsome companions
Ties which death itself could not loose
I thought nobody would be damaged much
A lounging, listless madhouse
She really is a wonderful whistler
Part II: Philosophical instruments
Did you ever dream of some lost friend?
Whose bones lie bleaching
All is gone and nothing saved
A favorite haunt of apparitions
The spirits do not like a throng
The tenderest sympathies of human nature
Are you a spiritualist in any degree?
They paid their money, and they had their choice
Those mortals gifted with the power of seeing
Part IV: Image and afterlife
Calm assurance of a happy future
