" No sooner said, but from the hall Rush chaplain, butler, dogs, and all: "A rt, a rt! clap to the door!"

Not to thee I spoke, for though Humanly thou hast that name, Thou hast forfeited thy claim: I that sweet address now owe Unto him whose holier aim Kindled in my heart a flame Which shall there for ever glow, Woke within me a new soul That thou 'rt powerless to control Generated a new life Safe against thy hand or knife: Him a father's name I give Who indeed has made me live, Not to him whose tyrant will Only has the power to kill.

And if thou wouldst have me prove What I say to thy proceeding, Tell me, what 's this book thou 'rt reading? CYNTHIA.