It's just what he WOULDN'T!" she could still impress upon me. Her bosom was as a bird's, soft and slight, slight and soft as the breast of some dark-plumaged dove. The Constitution which prescribes his oath, my countrymen, is yours; the Government you have chosen him to administer for a time is yours; the suffrage which executes the will of freemen is yours; the laws and the entire scheme of our civil rule, from the town meeting to the State capitals and the national capital, is yours. "Do you mean you'll write--?" Remembering she couldn't, I caught myself up.