Then age came on; he found his spirits droop,
And his kind Niece remain’d the only hope.
Premising this, our story then proceeds—
Our gentle Patty for her Cousin pleads;
And now her Uncle, to his room confined,
And kindly nursed, was soften’d and was kind.
James, whom the law had from his prison sent, }
With much contrition to his Uncle went, }
And, humbly kneeling, said, “Forgive me, I repent.” }
Reproach, of course, his humbled spirit bore; 80