But how shou’d he learn what was passing below?
Thro’ Devon, so fam’d for its picturesque views,
They pass’d with a haste one can scarcely excuse;
From thence got to Somerset, almost benighted,
And soon on the summit of Mendip alighted.
There, most à propos, they immediately found
A Moss-cover’d Root-house,[4] with evergreens bound;
Beneath whose kind shelter, fatigu’d and opprest,
They gladly agreed till the morning to rest.
Sir Argus now cried, with a sigh and a tear,