Unclogg’d by creymes.
“Or when of luive the kittlin’ dart
Furst whithers i’ th’ unconscious heart,
Wi’ a’ the pleasin’ painfu’ smart
See passions awn;
An raptures dirl thro’ every part,
Befwore unknown.”
A New Year’s Epistle, by Stagg.
While Master Jobby Sandboys is on his road back to his parents at the Police Station, we will avail ourselves of the uninteresting interval, and continue our narrative of the course of events at Parthenon House.
We left Miss Chutney, with Miss Wewitz, in the linen-room, at the top of the Establishment for Young Ladies.