The Standard Elocutionist And Gem Book Of British Authors Ed By A Cunningham

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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1850 edition. Excerpt: ...like Eve, the nymph he kiss'd. Now, very sensibly indeed, Miss Grist, Thought opportunity should not be miss'd; Knowing that prudery oft lets slip a joy; Thus was Miss Grist too prudent to be coy. For really 'tis with girls a dangerous farce, To flout a swain when offers are but scarce. She did not scream and cry, " I'll not be woo'd 5 Keep off, you smutty fellow--don't be rude; I'm meat for your superiors, tinker."--No, Indeed, she treated not the tinker so. But lo, the damsel with her usual squint, Suffered her tinker love, to imprint Sweet kisses on her lips, and squeeze her hand, Hug her, and say the softest things unto her, And in love's plain and pretty language woo her, Without a frown, or even a reprimand. Soon won, the nymph agreed to join his bed, And, when the tinker chose, to church be led. Now to the father the brisk lover hied j Who at his noisy mill so busy plied, Grinding, and taking handsome toll of corn, Sometimes indeed too handsome to be borne. "Ho! Master Miller," did the tinker say--Forth from his cloud of flour the miller came, "Nice weather, Master Miller--rcharming day--Heav'n's very kind "--the miller said the same. "Now, miller, possibly you may not guess At this same business I am come about: 'Tis this then, --know, I love your daughter Bess: --There, Master Miller!--now the riddle's out "I'm hot for mincing matters, Sir! d'ye see--I likes your daughter Bess, and she likes me." "Poh!" quoth the miller, grinning at the tinker, "Thou dost not mean to marriage to persuade her; Ugly as is old Nick I needs must think her, Though, to be sure, 'tis said, 'twas me that made her. "No, no, though she's my daughter, I'm not blind; But, tinker, what hath now...

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