SMUGGLERS AND POACHERS.
There was a widow in the village known
To our good Squire, and he had favour shown
By frequent bounty.—She as usual came;
And Richard saw the worn and weary frame,
Pale cheek, and eye subdued, of her whose mind }
Was grateful still, and glad a friend to find, }
Though to the world long since and all its hopes resign’d. }
Her easy form, in rustic neatness clad,
Was pleasing still! but she for ever sad.