“When the happy favour’d youth
To the altar leads the fair,
Plighting there his love and truth,
May each blessing be their share!
Broach the heart-enlivening ale,
Nought but joy shall here prevail;
Cheerful hearts and spirits gay,
Bless sweet Fanny’s natal day.
Chorus—Broach the heart, &c.
“The old man, filled with glee, joined in the chorus; and his example was eagerly followed by the honest rustics, whose coarse voices and uncouth accents formed a most comical melody, and afforded infinite amusement to the more polished guests, among whom it may be necessary to mention a young lady, the daughter of Sir George Norbury, of whom Somers rented the farm. An attachment had subsisted for several years between young Fitzallan and Miss Norbury, which has since been crowned with a happy marriage.”