All ears were bor'd with sad foretelling;
And if his chest was over-loaded,
Some dire disaster was foreboded,
But failing in prophetic story,
He gave his science all the glory.
A year, howe'er, was past and gone,
And all the household cares went on,
In active zeal and order too,
As all such matters ought to do,
With hours of leisure well employ'd,