As smit with searching pain;
As though to say, "See me create
The conscience-stricken Thane!"
Then leaping on his feet upright,
Some moody turns took he
Now up the stage, now down the stage,
And now beside Miss B.;
And, looking off, he saw her ma,
As she read in the R. U. E.
"Now, Mrs. B., what is't you read?"