Requires, demands, that nothing should be lost.
These fond bequests cannot demanded be—
Where no Will is, can be no legacy;
And none is here! I safely swear it—none!—
The very ashes are dispersed and gone.
All would be well, would that same sober Friend, }
That Wright, my father on his way attend; }
My fears—but why afraid?—my troubles then would end.” }
In triumph, yet in trouble, meets our Squire 110}
The friends assembled, who a Will require. }