A. L. O. E., A. L. O. E.'s picture story book (1871)
“ Grace, young as she was, learned to know what is meant by that terrible word ruin."O Heartslove!" said Grace softly to her white dove, as she fondled it in her arms, and her tears dropped fast on its feathers, "poor, poor father will be taken away and shut up in the dreadful place, and we shall have to leave this home, and everything that we care for! I must lose you, my own little pet Heartslove. Some stranger will have you, who may be cruel to you, and kill you. I shall never hear your soft coo in the morning; I shall never stroke your white feathers again!"Seele was almost in despair. ”
