Her mother’s father, one who has a store
Of this world’s good, and always looks for more;
But, next his money, loves the girl at heart,
And she will have it when they come to part.”
“Sir,” said the youth, his terrors all awake,
“Hear me, I pray, I beg—for mercy’s sake!
Sir, were the secrets of my soul confess’d,
Would you admit the truths that I protest 550
Are such——your pardon”——
“Pardon! good, my friend,