Instead of hand, return a hugging squeeze.[10]
What beasts! thinks John. I’m very sure no true man
Would hug a Fellow, as we do loved Woman;
In my dear country, Women are delightful—
None here I’ve seen as yet, but what are frightful.
Now Smith’s Repository[11] came in view,
‘Ah! ah!’ says John, ‘I’ve something there to do.’
The stairs he quick ascended with a skip,
His eyes were first attracted by a Whip;
For John observ’d a Whip was most essential