Alice Sick

Some friend advised a servant should be sent

Her confessor to bring and ease her mind;-

Yes, she replied, to see him I'm inclined;

Let father Andrew instantly be sought:-

By him salvation usually I'm taught.

A MESSENGER was told, without delay,

To take, with rapid steps, the convent way;

He rang the bell-a monk enquired his name,

And asked for what, or whom, the fellow came.

I father Andrew want, the wight replied,

Who's oft to Alice confessor and guide:

With Andrew, cried the other, would you speak?

If that's the case, he's far enough to seek;

Poor man! he's left us for the regions blessed,

And has in Paradise ten years confessed.