“‘Heirs!’ said the idiots?”—and again that clause
In the strange Will corrected their applause. 290
Prophetic fears! for now reports arose
That spoil’d “his Honour’s” comforts and repose.
A stout young Sailor, though in battle maim’d,
Arrived in port, and his possessions claim’d.
The Will he read: he stated his demand,
And his attorney grasp’d at house and land.
The Will provided—“If my son survive,
He shall inherit;” and lo! Jack’s alive!