CHAPTER THE FIRST.
I.
In yonder vale,—famed for its genial mould,
Its pastoral beauties, and rare grains of gold,[159]—
There, ’neath the shelter of a peasant’s cot,
A pair of rosied cheeks was the fair lot
Of young Jane Hollybrand; who had to toil,
To cook potatoes; cauliflowers to boil;
To scrub and clean the inside[160] oaken floor;