But a few miles—the night was wet and dim;
Thick, heavy dews descended on the ground,
And all was sad and melancholy round.
While thinking thus, an inn’s far gleaming fire 310
Caused new emotions in the pensive Squire:
Here I may learn, and seeming careless too,
If all is well, ere I my way pursue.—
How fare you, landlord?—how, my friend, are all—
Have you not seen—my people at the Hall?
Well, I may judge?——”