How is it, George, you were not there to-day,
Astride your pony, with my tenantry?”
George modestly replied—“I thought, good Sir,
My greatest comfort would be first to hear
Thy welcome voice near to my sacred home!”
“And are you happy?” “Yes,” he said. “Then come,
Secure the gate, and make your dwelling right;
And spend an hour with us at home to-night.”
[235] A windmill.
[236] The coachman.