My Uncle dying, but his judgment sound.
The good old man, whom I abused, had been
The guardian power, directing but unseen;
And thus the wild but grateful boy he led
To take new motives at his dying bed.
The rest you judge—I now have all I need—
And now the tale you promised!—Come, proceed.
P. ’Tis due, I own, but yet in mercy spare! 190}
Alas! no Uncle was my guide—my care }