And in full uniform what female heart
Could look on Jenkins, and not feel Love’s dart?
Near and more near th’ exulting Housemaid press’d.
’Twas Jenkins! What emotions fill’d her breast!
She caught his eye,—then heard a shout, “They run!”
“Now, then,” she cried, “he’ll come—the fight is done!”
One Sergeant Jones approaches now her side,
(Some demon pow’r it is his steps doth guide.)
He smoothes the locks her graceful head that deck,—
Kisses her,—puts his arm about her neck,