Could have conceived the culprit would have gone;
There he sits upright in his seat, secure,
As one whose conscience is correct and pure;
This rouses anger for the old offence,
And scorn for all such seeming and pretence:
So on this Hammond look’d our hero bold,
Rememb’ring well that vile offence of old;
And now he saw the rebel dar’d t’intrude
Among the pure, the loyal, and the good;
The crime provok’d his wrath, the folly stirr’d his blood: