Appearing ever as on business sent,
The wandering victim of a fix’d intent;
Yet in her fancied consequence and speed,
Impell’d to beg assistance for her need. 10
When she beheld my friend and me, with eye
And pleading hand she sought our charity;
More to engage our friendly thoughts the while,
She threw upon her miseries a smile,
That, like a varnish on a picture laid,
More prominent and bold the figures made;