VI.

Alas! alas! how very soon some too-confiding men, Hearken to the seductive words said o’er and o’er again: With home――they discontented grow, fancy――a fairer land, Air-castles build in promis’d scenes, with wealth that courts the hand; Seas cross’d――the colony must now for ever hold them fast. Fresh Colonists are old one’s game, who pluck them great and small, Gloat o’er their brethren――victimized, sore struggling, one and all.