The swain now is silent—the stranger complies,—
His coat now he slowly unclos’d!
Good Gods! what a sight met poor Roger’s gray eyes,
What words can express his dismay and surprise,
When a constable’s staff was expos’d!
All present then utter’d a terrified shout,
All hasten with hurry away;
For as no one knew whom he came to seek out,
Some tried to creep in, some tried to rush out,
Till the constable cried “Roger Gray!”