The Wiccamical chaplet, a selection of original poetry; comprising smaller poems, serious and comic; classical trifles; mock-heroics, epigrams, fragments, &c., &c - Softcover

This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1804 Excerpt: ... to sweat? Stink, you foul carrion! don't you smell perfume In every corner of my dressing-room r DEATH. Faith, Madam », he that said it was no fool: At best you're like the--of your....----; Made of the same materials, aye, and hold Within you the same trash: now huff and scold. LADY. Ah, Sir, we all are vile! but 'tis inhuman To set jour wit to a defenceless woman, » Dr. Rollestone, in his Dissertation Qn Places of Retire-meat. Fetch the drops, Betty, or I lose my breath--r And bring a cordial too for Mr. Death. DEATH. Madam, spare both your waters; you will see Cordials and tears are thrown away on me: Death's not a man to be abus'd and bullied, Nor with your tears and wheedling coax'd and fooled. LADY. Pity me, gentle Death, or if not me, Pity my husband and my family: My poor dear children else must fare the worse, She at the boarding-school, and he at nurse. DEATH. Mother unnatural, and thriftless wife! To live, yet loath the business of your life: All you can do is breed, give suck, and teach; Does not your husband think you are a _b beecji! " A Beech." It is pleasant to trace the progress of an Author's ideas, when it can be done with clearness and certainty. The Poet conceived that a woman, such as he is here delineating, must be a continual source of uneasiness to her husband; this he intended to express by calling her a Thorn in his tide; but, as the rhime and measure admitted not this phrase, he was obliged to substitute " Beech" for Thorn, which it must be owned falls short of the original idea in propriety and force. Steevens. Beech. By calling her a Beech I believe the Toet means that she is like that Tree, beautiful in appearance, but unprofitable, not bearing Fruit as the Apple tree does. M.LONE, LADY. Alas! I ...