II.—The Stitchery of Samplers, with a Note on their Materials
| “Sad sewers make sad samplers. We’ll be sorry Down to our fingers’-ends and ’broider emblems Native to desolation—cypress sprays, Yew-tufts and hectic leaves of various autumn And bitter tawny rue, and bent blackthorns.” The Soldier of Fortune.—Lord de Tabley. |