He sometimes could among a number trace:
Of names remember’d there remain’d a few,
But of no favourites, and the rest were new:
A merchant’s wealth, when Allen went to sea,
Was reckon’d boundless. - Could he living be?
Or lived his son? for one he had, the heir
To a vast business, and a fortune fair.
No! but that heir’s poor widow, from her shed,
With crutches went to take her dole of bread:
There was a friend whom he had left a boy,