Some future day the giver, say—“Ah me!
How oft I’ve thought, and still shall think, of thee!
Thou art a treasure—O, thou beauteous gem!
I’ll kiss thee now and think I’m kissing him:
Perhaps it’s but a dream, yet shall mine eyes
For e’er behold him in this pretty prize.”
[169] At Westonbury Hall, the “squire’s” mansion.
[170] Arnold Mountjoy.
VIII.
Young Mountjoy now was nineteen years of age,