Each well-filled page, he’d turn to her dear name,
Imprint a kiss—and then infold the same.
CHAPTER THE THIRD.
I.
Now (retrospective of the hour of sighs—
Disconsolate moments—inundated eyes),
When disconcerted George look’d, but in vain!
As Arnold bore away his daughter Jane,
The trundled dust uprising points the way,
But disappoints his all-observant eye;