Quiet and snug;” and then the favourite maid
Rose in his fancy, tastefully array’d,
Looking with grateful joy upon the swain,
Who could his love in trying times retain.
Soothed by such thoughts, to the new house he came,
Surveyed its aspect, sigh’d, and gave his name.
But ere they opened, he had waited long,
And heard a movement—Was there somewhat wrong?
Nay, but a friendly party, he was told; }
And look’d around, as wishing to behold 300}