“Then it ended, sir, with a beautiful moral as appeals to every female bosom:—
‘That man who would a female harm,
Is never fit to live.’
“We always likes something for the ladies, bless ’em. They’re our best customers.
“Then there was poor Jael Denny, but she was humped, sir, and I’ve told you the reason. Her copy of werses began:—
‘Since Corder died on Buystree,
No mortal man did read or see,
Of such a dreadful tragedy,
As I will now unfold.
A maid in bloom—to her silent tomb,