Alarm’d the judge - he trembled for the lad;
But when the text announced the power of grace,
Amazement scowl’d upon his clouded face
At this degenerate son of his illustrious race;
Staring he stood, till hope again arose
That James might well define the words he chose:
For this he listen’d - but, alas! he found
The preacher always on forbidden ground.
And now the Uncle left the hated pew,
With James, and James’s conduct, in his view;