With Hollybrand, his loss; for Jane adorn’d
That little cot so long, ’twas sure unkind
To leave it now, and everything behind:)
But Jane came not, as usual, forth to feed
The drowsy grunters; so, to lull their greed,
George did for once (but not without much pain)
Strew out, among them all, the crumbs and grain,
And fill’d the trough. ’Twas now the hour of eight,
When lo! they heard a noise,—the birds took flight,—
’Twas like the sound of carriages afar: