She was the daughter of a priest, whose life
Was brief and sad: he lost a darling wife,
And Fanny then her father, who could save
But a small portion; but his all he gave,
With the fair orphan, to a sister’s care,
And her good spouse; they were the ruling pair—
Steward and steward’s lady—o’er a tribe,
Each under each, whom I shall not describe. 210
This grave old couple, childless and alone,
Would, by their care, for Fanny’s loss atone: