(Dear Mistress Toogood fired her aged breast;
And, venturing forth to meet the lordly guest
Beneath the portico,—dress, “bishop-sleeved,”—
Bestowed her saintly blessings; thus relieved
Her dear old heart of two years’ sobs and sighs;
Yet even then she scarce believed her eyes,
For seventy years and five had made them dim;
But when she heard his voice she knew ’twas him!)
VI.
On came the carriage: Arnold drops the reins;