He went—The daughter her distresses told,
But found her father to her interests cold; 370
He kindness and complacency advised;
She answer’d, “these were sure to be despised;
That of the love her husband once possess’d
Not the least spark was living in his breast;
The boy repented, and grew savage soon;
There never shone for her a honey-moon.
Soon as he came, his cares all fix’d on one—
Himself, and all his passion was a gun;