Poor Wommen as was born to Washing in their youth! 50 Do their own of Themselves-even the bettermost of em-aye, and evn them of middling degrees Why God help you Babby Linen ant Bread and Cheese! Nor we can't go a hammering the roads into Dust, But we must all go and be Bankers,-[like Mr. Marshes and Mr. Chamberses]1-and that's what we must! God nose you oght to have more Concern for our Sects, When you nose you have suck'd us and hanged round our Mutherly necks, 60 And remembers what you Owes to Wommen Besides washing You ant, curse you, like Men to go a slushing and sloshing In mob caps, and pattins, adoing of Females Labers And prettily jear'd At you great Horse God Meril things, ant you now by you next door neighbours Lawk I thinks I see you with your Sleaves tuckt up No more like Washing than is drownding of a Pupp And for all Your Fine Water Works going round and round, They'll scruntch your Bones some day-I'll be bound, And no more nor be a gudgement,—for it cant come to good To sit up agin Providince, which your a doing,-nor not fit It should, 70 For man warnt maid for Wommens starvation, Nor to do away Laundrisses as is Links of Creation And cant be dun without in any Country But a [naked]1 Hottinpot Nation. Ah, I wish our Minister would take one of your Tubbs And preach a Sermon in it, and give you some good rubs But I warrants you reads (for you cant spel we nose) nayther Bybills or Good Tracks, Or youd no better than Taking the close off one's Backs And let your neighbours oxin and Asses alone, And every Thing thats hern,—and give every one their Hone! Well, its God for us All, and every Washer Wommen for herself, And so you might, without shoving any on us off the shelf, And pull of Your Pattins,-and leave the washing to we But if you warnt Noddis youd Let wommen abe That nose what's what-Or mark what I say, Youl make a fine Kittle of fish of Your Close some Day When the Aulder men wants Their Bibs, and their ant nun at all, Or send a damp shirt to his Woship the Mare Till hes rumatiz Poor Man, and cant set uprite in his Chare 80 Besides Miss-Matching Larned Ladys Hose, as is sent for you not to wash (for you dont wash) but to stew And make Peples Stockins yeller as oght to be Blew, 1 [Added in the second edition.] 90 With a vast more like That,—and all along of Steam, [You might go and skim the creme off Mr. Muck-Adams milky ways-that's what you might, Or bete Carpets-or get into Parleamint,—or drive Crabrolays from morning to night, Or, if you must be of our sects, be Watchmen, and slepe upon a poste! 100 (Which is an od way of sleping, I must say—and a very hard pillow at most,) Or you might be any trade, as we are not on that I'm awares, Or be Watermen now, (not Water-wommen,) and roe peple up and down Or] If You Was even to Turn Dust Men a dry sifting Dirt! ODE TO CAPTAIN PARRY 'By the North Pole, I do challenge thee!'-Love's Labour's Lost. Still hast thou wasted toil and trouble Of geographic scholar? 'Tis well for Gheber souls that sit Before the fire and worship it With pecks of Wallsend coals, [The lines in brackets were added in the second edition.] ODE TO W. KITCHENER, M.D. AUTHOR OF THE COOK'S ORACLE-OBSERVATIONS ON VOCAL MUSICTHE ART OF INVIGORATING AND PROLONGING LIFE-PRACTICAL OBSERVATIONS ON TELESCOPES, OPERA GLASSES, AND SPECTACLES -THE HOUSEKEEPER'S LEDGER-AND THE PLEASURE OF MAKING A WILL. 'I rule the roast, as Milton says!'—Caleb Quotem. I OH!2 multifarious man! Thou Wondrous, Admirable Kitchen Crichton : The laws of Optics, Peptics, Music, Cooking- As busy with the kitchen as the skies! Now looking At some rich stew thro' Galileo's eyes- In spectacles as in mere isinglass 1 Buffon. 2 [In first edition, 'Hail!'] ΤΟ |