The boy’s indulgence, gratified and grieved.
“Uncle will die!” said George: - the piteous wife
Exclaim’d, “she saw no value in his life;
But, sick or well, to my commands attend,
And go no more to your complaining friend.”
The boy was vex’d, he felt his heart reprove
The stern decree. - What! punish’d for his love!
No! he would go, but softly, to the room,
Stealing in silence - for he knew his doom.
Once in a week the father came to say,