Are theirs, but truthful love’s protectorate:
And may God grant it—so at Rollingate!”—
Such was the purport of Aunt Toogood’s tale—
A sort of lecture on a little scale;
Perhaps experience of some family feud
Had prompted this extemporaneous mood,
Or the remembrance of some ruined pair
Impelled her speech to tell of their despair;
For ’t seemed to give th’ old lady much relief
When she had summarised her tale of grief,