text:  Oh bless you this is a life of suffering and sorrow and well it is; for who wouldn't go mad to think of leaving all his young 'uns behind him and every thing he loves if he wasn't taught that there's a quieter place above where all shall meet agin? You know me my boy; I can't talk but I want to comfort you and cheer you up--and so give me your hand old fellow and say you won't think of all this any more but try and forget it and see about settling comfortably in life