To this poor swain a keen Attorney came; -
“I give thee joy, good fellow! on thy name;
The rich old Dingley’s dead; - no child has he,
Nor wife, nor will; his ALL is left for thee:
To be his fortune’s heir thy claim is good;
Thou hast the name, and we will prove the blood.”
The claim was made; ’twas tried, - it would not stand;
They proved the blood but were refused the land.
Assured of wealth, this man of simple heart
To every friend had predisposed a part;