His friend, approving, hail’d the happy change,
The Clerks exclaim’d - “’Tis famous, and ’tis strange.”
Two years had pass’d; the Youth attended still
(Though thus accomplish’d) with a ready quill:
He sat th’ allotted hours, though hard the case,
While timid prudence ruled in virtue’s place;
By promise bound, the Son his letters penn’d
To his good parent at the quarter’s end.
At first he sent those lines, the state to tell
Of his own health, and hoped his friends were well;