Six moons from now I trust in God to know.”
This said, h’ announced his firm resolve to go.
XVII.
Alas! grim Death, at Westonbury Hall,
Had number’d two, upon his dismal roll;
And where the uncle, and the aunt, was laid
Th’ unconscious sheep reposed upon the blade:
And there the village children came to play
To while the intervals of school away.