But the old man's passions could not turn so quickly, not having the pliancy of youth and love. He only shook his head sadly.
"Not so," he said; "I am left a lonely man—my house is left unto me desolate."
Yet, nevertheless, Grace was right. He stays with them for a month every
Assembly time, and lectures them daily on the relations of Church and
State.
II
A FINISHED YOUNG LADY
I
I cannot send thee gold
Nor silver for a show;
Nor are there jewels sold
One-half so dear as thou.
II
No daffodil doth blow
In this dull winter time,
Nor purple violet grow
In so unkind a clime.