Involv'd in debt, when first he spies the front—

The front most hated of a Catch-pole grim.

Not e'en Macbeth stands more appall'd with fear,

When murder'd Banquo's horrid-glaring ghost

Disturbs the regal banquet. Such, so great

Their fear unmanly, that their passive souls

To their hard fate submit. Restless all,

All walk desponding to the round-house dire;

And one sad exit terminates the scene.

All hail to thee! thou young dramatic bard!