And they all declar'd that I understood;
But only one knowledge on earth remain'd,
I knew that Harry was noble and good.
They had dined together—together play'd,
Together quarrell'd—who cares about what?
And somebody, speaking about them, said,
'They were out and out a thorough bad lot!'
'They left the village, they rush'd to the cliff,
A dissolute crew that good Christians condemn'—
This is the way they keep talking, as if