To Barbara Rose
Satan is glad - when I am bad,
And hopes that I - with him shall lie
In fire and chains - and dreadful pains
–Victorian child's poem, 1856
"I wanted the money."
–Edward Pierce, 1856
To Barbara Rose
Satan is glad - when I am bad,
And hopes that I - with him shall lie
In fire and chains - and dreadful pains
–Victorian child's poem, 1856
"I wanted the money."
–Edward Pierce, 1856