“George, are you ill?” and hurried him away;
Yet to his wife would on their duties dwell,
And often cry, “Do use my brother well:”
And something kind, no question, Isaac meant,
Who took vast credit for the vague intent.
But, truly kind, the gentle boy essay’d
To cheer his uncle, firm, although afraid;
But now the father caught him at the door,
And, swearing - yes, the man in office swore,
And cried, “Away! How! Brother, I’m surprised