As a judge in court he summ'd up the whole;
I laugh'd my first laugh since the grief began;
For I thought, this is how a woman's soul
Is held at the hands of a worthy man!
I answer'd him with a sort of a scorn—
The least little bend from a haughty height—
'I left home last evening, was here at morn,
And shall be in Liverpool long ere night.'
They were startled, eager, anxious and kind
(They had read the papers and learn'd the fact),