And well for them if they’re as good’s the last!
“George Hollybrand”—they almost learn’d to speak,
But now he’s gone they’re doubly dumb and meek.
Ten hours were told; Jane listens to the wind,
Whose genial breathings thus impress’d her mind:
She fondly fancied that the breeze would bear
The far-off rumbling to her anxious ear;
’Twas not in vain—her fancy served her well,
As now the favouring winds bore up the vale
The welcome sound. Ah! who her joy could tell?—