Pass through the little furze-brake, o’er the bridge,
Turn to your right—along the violet hedge,
And there I trust you’ll find him, sir.” So he
Fail’d not t’obey th’ instructions cheerily.
George saw him coming o’er the fallow ground;
Hail’d to the horses; paus’d, and turn’d around,
And bow’d obedience. “Ah! good Hollybrand.”
Said Arnold, (whilst embracing George’s hand,[181])
“I seek thy daughter, and I trust t’obtain
Thy sanction, George, to marry dearest Jane,