Shook by the Law’s strong arm, all he had gain’d
He dropp’d—and hopeless, pennyless remain’d.
The cruel Widow, whom he yet pursued, 150
Was kind but cautious, then was stern and rude.
“Should wealth, now hers, from that dear man which came,
Be thrown away to prop a smuggler’s fame?”
She spake, insulting; and, with many a sigh,
The fallen Trader passed her mansion by.
Fear, shame, and sorrow, for a time endured,
Th’ adventurous man was ruin’d, but was cured—