My dearest child, for thy integrity—
Thy gentleness—and generosity.”
“Well, Hollybrand, I’m glad your mind’s at ease,”
Said Arnold Mountjoy, “for thy daughter’s is,—
In thy brief absence she has thrice confess’d
The silent promptings of her youthful breast:
Henceforth our lives must interwoven be,
And this the dawn of thy prosperity.”
(Now the adventure, thus concisely told;
Nor less concise and pleasant, as so bold;