Imparts the fact so long repress’d,
And glads, reluctantly, her breast.
The news he stated wak’d her fear;
What gave delight at first to hear,
One apprehension turn’d to pain—
She trembled for her husband’s brain.
“Can it be true?” cried she, misdeeming;
“Dear Whang, too surely thou art dreaming:
Try, recollect thyself, good man—”
“Tut, hussey! why, I’ll shew the pan: