What to the vanquish’d he, in honour, owes, So, in this conquest over powerful love, Prudence resolved a generous foe to prove; And Jesse felt a mingled fear and pain In her dismission of a faithful swain, Gave her kind thanks, and when she saw his wo, Kindly betray’d that she was loth to go. But would she promise, if abroad she met } A frowning world, she would remember yet } “Where dwelt a friend?”--“That could she not forget.” } And thus they parted; but each faithful heart 71 Felt the compulsion, and refused to part. Now by the morning mail the timid maid Was to that kind and wealthy dame convey’d; Whose invitation, when her father died, Jesse as comfort to her heart applied. She knew the days her generous friend had seen-- As wife and widow, evil days had been; She married early, and for half her life Was an insulted and forsaken wife; 80 Widow’d and poor, her angry father gave, Mix’d with reproach, the pittance of a slave; Forgetful brothers pass’d her, but she knew Her humbler friends, and to their home withdrew; The good old vicar to her sire applied For help, and help’d her when her sire denied; When in few years death stalk’d through bower and hall, Sires, sons, and sons of sons, were buried all; She then abounded, and had wealth to spare For softening grief she once was doom’d to share; 90 Thus train’d in misery’s school, and taught to feel, She would rejoice an orphan’s woes to heal. So Jesse thought, who look’d within her breast, And thence conceived how bounteous minds are bless’d. From her vast mansion look’d the lady down On humbler buildings of a busy town; Thence came her friends of either sex, and all With whom she lived on terms reciprocal. They pass’d the hours with their accustom’d ease, As guests inclined, but not compell’d to please; 100 But there were others in the mansion found, For office chosen, and by duties bound; Three female rivals, each of power possess’d, Th’ attendant-maid, poor friend, and kindred-guest. To these came Jesse, as a seaman thrown By the rude storm upon a coast unknown: The view was flattering, civil seem’d the race, But all unknown the dangers of the place. Few hours had pass’d, when, from attendants freed, The lady utter’d--“This is kind indeed; 110 Believe me, love! that I for one like you Have daily pray’d, a friend discreet and true; Oh! wonder not that I on you depend, You are mine own hereditary friend: Hearken, my Jesse, never can I trust Beings ungrateful, selfish, and unjust; But you are present, and my load of care Your love will serve to lighten and to share. Come near me, Jesse--let not those below