One-tenth of all the house, one-hundredth part
Of the broad lands, and how much less part still
Of the respect and power that graced the name,
Would cleave to him the heir. So slow had been
The gradual alienation, that till now
He had not felt it fully; but that morn
(’Twas Sabbath) they had been to worship God,
And even in the very Church, where once
The service staid for them, and bells rang on
Till good Sir Marmaduke, in coach of state,