(Don’t be horrified, dear lady-readers, though I did
Myself think it strange that my heroine chose
To set out on her rambles attired in such clothes),
For convenience of trav’lling, perhaps, to assume a
Man’s dress—not the epicene compromise, Bloomer,
But the regular masculine propria quæ maribus,
A male coat, a male waistcoat, et ceteris paribus,
A gay cap and feather,
Unfit for bad weather,—
A sword by her side, and a fine prancing horse,