Now, Arnold Mountjoy, tall, of handsome gait,
Had grown more pow’rful as he grew in height:
Erect he stood full seventy inches high:
His strength of arm enabled him to vie
At continental games successfully:
Where fair-ones frequented their praise to yield—
To him who won the honors of the field—
There Arnold found himself, and bore away
Full oft the prizes of the gamesome day.
But he, withal those pleasures at command,
Could not forget the home of Hollybrand;
And nightly visions oft recall’d the spot;
As oft, in dreams, he saw the little cot,
Wherein he trusted there did still remain
Whom he would call (and hoped) his “virgin Jane.”