To Rollingate,—there learn the “genteel law,”
’Midst scenes of gaiety; (but yet aloof;)—
To learn in private, ’neath the mansion roof,
The necessary etiquette—for she
The future hope of Arnold was to be.
Tears flow’d, and oft, as day and night flew past;
More often still at every eve-repast:
The cottage-home serenity had fled;
And George look’d forward with an earthly dread
To that sad day; his very heart recoil’d—