All, too, in winter, when the icy air
Breathed its bleak venom on the guilty pair.
“That man, that Cecil!—he was left, it seems,
Unnamed, unnoticed: farewell to his dreams!
Heirs made by law rejected him of course,
And left him neither refuge nor resource.—
Their father’s? No; he was the harlot’s son }
Who wrong’d them, whom their duty bade them shun; }
And they were duteous all, and he was all undone. }
“Now the lost pair, whom better times had led 730