Had still a secret bias to the right;
Vain as she was - and flattery made her vain -
Her simulation gave her bosom pain.
Again return’d, the Matron and the Niece
Found the late quiet gave their joy increase;
The aunt infirm, no more her visits paid,
But still with her sojourn’d the favourite maid.
Letters were sent when franks could be procured,
And when they could not, silence was endured;
All were in health, and if they older grew,