Resembled Robin, who around would look,
520
And his horizon for the earth's mistook.
To this poor swain a keen Attorney came:—
"I give thee joy, good fellow! on thy name;
The rich old Dingley's dead;—no child has he,
Nor wife, nor will; his ALL is left for thee:
To be his fortune's heir thy claim is good;
Thou hast the name, and we will prove the blood."
The claim was made; 'twas tried—it would not stand;