So now, dear father, pray thee happy be:
Next week, I purpose, you shall hear again.
Believe me * * * yours affectionately, Jane.”
Then came the thoughts of how she should proceed
To get it posted, and the postage freed,
But just that instant Toogood happily came,
And Jane’s distress dissolv’d into a name:
The compliant footman took it to the lodge,
And there consigned it to old Andrew Hodge.
“Old Andrew,” now, was seventy years of age;