And to the coach were yoked. Then—dressed,
As squires should be, in glorious best,
With wonderful brocaded vest,—
Out came Sir Herbert, took his seat,
Waved "Barbara, farewell, my Sweet!"
And off they started, all complete.
Although they drew so light a load
(For them!) so heavy was the road,
John Grigg was busy with his goad.
The cottagers in high delight