His nerves were shook like hers; in him her grief
Had much of sympathy, but no relief.
She could no longer read, and therefore kept
A girl to give her stories while she wept;
Better for Lady Julia’s woes to cry,
Than have her own for ever in her eye.
Her husband grieved; and o’er his spirits came
Gloom, and disease attack’d his slender frame;
He felt a loathing for the wretched state
Of his concerns, so sad, so complicate; 160