I do too ill in this,
And must not think but that a parent's plaint
Will move the heavens to pour forth misery
Upon the head of disobediency.
Yet reason tells us, parents are o'erseen,
When with too strict a rein they do hold in
Their child's affection, and controul that love,
Which the high powers divine inspire them with.
The feast of Ravenswood Castle was as remarkable for its profusion, as that of Wolff's Crag had been for its ill-veiled penury. The Lord Keeper might feel internal pride at the contrast, but he had too much tact to suffer it to appear. On the contrary, he appeared to remember with pleasure what he called Mr Balderstone's bachelor's meal, and to be rather disgusted than pleased with the display upon his own groaning board.
