Some weeks had now, thank Providence, pass’d by;
While swift as coaches, and as ships at sea,
Flew to and fro the sweet epist’lary,
And which convey’d, as dear Aunt Toogood said,
Such faithful vows as lovers love to read;
For Jane would never fail to read t’her aunt[217]
The sayings and doings upon the Continent,
Nor fail’d to report minutely and dilate
Those portions which affected Rollingate;
But always shunn’d the last impressive line
Which bore the language of a Valentine:
This simple act most rigidly observed
Obtain’d for her the credit it deserved.