with foresight as follows
“We, by-the-bye, have just seen a girl in the neighbouring garden
Under an apple-tree sitting, and clothes for the children preparing,
Made of worn calico, which for the purpose was doubtless presented. 
We were pleased by her face; she appears to be one of the right sort. 
Tell us, what know you about her?  We ask from a laudable motive.”

When the magistrate came to the garden and peep’d in, exclaimed he
“Well do I know her, in truth; for when I told you the story
Of that noble deed which was done by the maiden I spoke of,
How she seized on the sword, and defended herself, and the servants,
She the heroine was!  You can see how active her nature. 
But she’s as good as she’s strong; for her aged kinsman she tended
Until the time of his death, for he died overwhelm’d by affliction
At the distress of his town, and the danger his goods were exposed to. 
Also with mute resignation she bore the grievous affliction
Of her betroth’d’s sad death, a noble young man who, incited
By the first fire of noble thoughts to struggle for freedom,
Went himself to Paris, and soon found a terrible death there. 
For, as at home, so there, he fought ’gainst intrigue and oppression.”

Thus the magistrate spoke.  The others departed and thanked him,
And the pastor produced a gold piece (the silver his purse held
He some hours before had with genuine kindness expended
When he saw the fugitives passing in sorrowful masses).

And to the magistrate handed it, saying:—­” Divide it, I pray you,
’Mongst those who need it the most.  May God give it prosperous increase.”

But the man refused to accept it, and said:—­“I assure you,
Many a dollar we’ve saved, and plenty of clothing and such things,
And I trust we may reach our homes before they are finish’d.”

Then continued the pastor, the gold in his hand once more placing
“None should delay to give in days like the present, and no one
Ought to refuse to receive what is offer’d with liberal kindness. 
No one can tell how long he will keep what in peace he possesses,
No one, how long he is doom’d in foreign countries to wander,
While he’s deprived of the field and the garden by which he is nurtured.”

“Bravo!” added in turn the druggist, with eagerness speaking
“Had I but money to spare in my pocket, you surely should have it,
Silver and gold alike; for your followers certainly need it. 
Yet I’ll not leave you without a present, if only to show you
My good will, and I hope you will take the will for the action.” 
Thus he spoke, and pull’d out by the strings the leather embroider’d
Pouch, in which he was wont his stock of tobacco to carry,
Daintily open’d and shared its contents—­some two or three pipes’ full. 
“Small in truth is the gift,” he added.  The magistrate answered: 
“Good tobacco is always a welcome present to