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The family coach, in cumbrous pride,
Rolls creaking through the verdant lane.
Demure and sweet she sits beside
Her portly parent, Lady Jane.
In rank her peer, though poor of purse,
He notes her while she nearer draws,
And flings an acrimonious curse
At lucre's desolating laws.
‘Oh, shame’ (his wrath and scorn rewake),
‘To shatter thus a maid's pure life!
So meek a pearl of girls to make
Lord Steeplechaser's purchased wife!’
A furtive glance, and lo, 'tis done;
She hears his heart's unspoken prayer:
‘The Romilly elm at set of sun—
Dear Marian, will you meet me there?’
From her shy lids one starrier glow
The alert assent has full confessed.
He hears her love's voice whispering low:
‘Dear Algy, I will do my best!’