“‘Go! and be happy--tell, for the applause Of hearts like thine, we parted, and the cause Give, as it pleases.’ With a foolish look That a dull school-boy fixes on his book That he resigns, with mingled shame and joy, So Barlow went, confounded like the boy. “Jane, while she wept to think her sister’s pain Was thus increased, felt infinite disdain; Bound as she was, and wedded by the ties Of love and hope, that care and craft despise, 580 She could but wonder that a man, whose taste And zeal for money had a Jew disgraced, Should love her sister; yet with this surprise, She felt a little exultation rise; Hers was a lover who had always held This man as base, by generous scorn impell’d, And yet, as one, of whom for Lucy’s sake He would a civil distant notice take. “Lucy, with sadden’d heart and temper mild, Bow’d to correction, like an humbled child, 590 Who feels the parent’s kindness, and who knows Such the correction he who loves bestows. “Attending always, but attending more When sorrow ask’d his presence than before, Tender and ardent, with the kindest air Came Bloomer, fortune’s error to repair; Words sweetly soothing spoke the happy youth, With all the tender earnestness of truth. “There was no doubt of his intention now-- He will his purpose with his love avow; 600 So judged the maid; yet, waiting, she admired His still delaying what he most desired; Till, from her spirit’s agitation free, She might determine when the day should be. With such facility the partial mind Can the best motives for its favourites find. “Of this he spake not, but he stayed beyond His usual hour--attentive still and fond;-- The hand yet firmer to the hand he prest, And the eye rested where it loved to rest; 610 Then took he certain freedoms, yet so small That it was prudish so the things to call; Things they were not--‘Describe’--that none can do, They had been nothing had they not been new; It was the manner and the look; a maid, Afraid of such, is foolishly afraid; For what could she explain? The piercing eye Of jealous fear could nought amiss descry. “But some concern now rose; the youth would seek Jane by herself, and then would nothing speak, 610 Before not spoken; there was still delay, Vexatious, wearying, wasting, day by day. “‘He does not surely trifle!’ Heaven forbid! She now should doubly scorn him if he did. “Ah! more than this, unlucky girl! is thine; Thou must the fondest views of life resign; And in the very time resign them too, When they were brightening on the eager view. I will be brief,--nor have I heart to dwell On crimes they almost share who paint them well. 630 “There was a moment’s softness, and it seem’d