From all the stains of vulgar villany.
“But Richard, dear enthusiast! shunn’d reproach;
He let no stain upon his name encroach;
But fled the hated vice, was kind and just,
That all must love him, and that all might trust.
“Free, sad discourse was ours; we often sigh’d
To think we could not in some truths confide.
Our father’s final words gave no content; 490
We found not what his self-reliance meant.
To fix our faith some grave relations sought, }