Therefore I commend you to Him whose eye ever watches, and whose hand is never weary.
BAARD ANDERSEN OPDAL.
TO OYVIND PLADSEN:-- You seem to be displeased with me, and this greatly grieves me.
For I did not mean to make you angry.

I meant well.

I know I have often failed to do rightly by you, and that is why I write to you now; but you must not show the letter to any one.

Once I had everything just as I desired, and then I was not kind; but now there is no one who cares for me, and I am very wretched.

Jon Hatlen has made a lampoon about me, and all the boys sing it, and I no longer dare go to the dances.