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As Charles is older than yourselves,
I hope you're satisfied.
EMMA.
Oh yes, mamma, 'tis quite enough,
We could not wish for more;
We never in our lives have had
One half as much before.
CHARLES.
Mamma, you seem to be perplexed
With some unpleasant care;
You smile, but then 'tis not the smile
That I have seen you wear.
Pray, tell me is it anything
That I have said or done?
I hope, mamma, I never shall
Be an ungrateful son.
MOTHER.
Oh, no, my child; you ever have
Been dutiful and kind,
But still, there is a circumstance
That has perplexed my mind.
You know that worthy family
That lived up on the hill,—
