The Poetical Works of Miss Susanna Blamire (1842) - Gredos ...

The Salamanca Corpus: The Poetical Works of Miss Susanna Blamire (1842)
They love and hate-—have just the same
Feeling of pleasure and of pain;
Only our kind of education
Gives ours a greater elevation
I oft have listen d to the chat
Of country folks ‘bout who knows what!
And yet their wit, though unrefin’d,
Seems the pure product of the mind.
You’d laugh to see the honest wives
Telling me how their household thrives;
For, you must know, I’m fam’d for skill
In the nice compound of a pill.
“Miss Sukey, here’s a little lass,
She’s not sae weel as what she was;
The peer peer bairn does oft complain,—
A’d tell ye where, but I think shame.”
“Nay, speak, good woman,—mind not me;
The child is not quite well I see.”
“Nea;” she says, “her belly aches,
And Jwohnie got her some worm-cakes;
They did nea good—though purg’d her well,—
What is the matter we can’t tell;
She sadly whets her teeth at neet,
And a’ the day does nought but freet;
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It’s outher worms, or wind, or water,
Something you know mun be the matter.”
“My little woman, come to me;
Her tongue is very white I see;
Come, wrap her little head up warm,
And give her this,—’twill do no harm;
’Twill give a gentle stool, or so.”
“Is it a purge?” “No, Peggy, no;
Only an easy gentle lotion,
To give her once a-day a motion;
For Pothecaries late have found
Diseases rise from being bound,
’Gainst which they’ve physic in their shop,
And many a drug, and useless slop;
This here will purify your blood,
And this will do your stomach good;
This is for vapours when splenetic,