But, when his Sister sighed, or when she wore
A look of Suffering, he was cool no more.
Then would he say, “My Sister, you are ill,
And need th’ Assistance of a Man of Skill.
Your Walk fatigues you, and the Cool Sea Breeze,
To Health so grateful, but augments Disease.
Do look, Matilda, in your Mother’s face;
Is she not paler? ’Tis a serious Case.”—
All this was Kindness; but the time was near
When Fear was just, when there was cause for Fear. 420