And I, my dear, expected—sad to say—
To have been launch’d into eternity!—
Yes—thanks to God, whose providence disposed
The dreadful deed those horrid men proposed,
And prompted me, when life seem’d but a wave,
To yield the substance of the villains’ crave.”
George housed his pony, and return’d to “tea,”
And pass’d this evening far more cheerfully
Than the preceding one, and happily felt
(At length) somewhat atoned by the result;