Then, when twelve moons their course hath duly run,
Thy virtuous wife shall bless thee with a son!”
This startling prophecy astounded Jane,
Who seem’d desirous to proceed again;
But ere they started Arnold threw her down
A goodly portion of a “half-a-crown:”
“God bless you sir,” she pleasingly replies:
“And you, dear lady, with those lucky eyes,—
Ten thousand comforts ’wait thee in thy bow’r;
And Heav’n shall smile upon thy wedding-hour.”