Nor his unkindness palliates or conceals;
“This is your folly,” said his heartless wife:
“Alas! my folly cost my Brother’s life;
It suffer’d him to languish and decay -
My gentle Brother, whom I could not pay,
And therefore left to pine, and fret his life away!”
He takes his Son, and bids the boy unfold
All the good Uncle of his feelings told,
All he lamented - and the ready tear
Falls as he listens, soothed, and grieved to hear.