Or with coarse linens made the fractious good,
Stanching the wind in all the wounded panes,—
Or, holding candles to the panes, in doubt:
The wind resolved—blowing the candles out.
No house was whole that had a southern front,—
No green-house but the same mishap befell:—
Bow-windows and bell-glasses bore the brunt,—
No sex in glass was spared!—For those who dwell
On each hill side, you might have swam a punt
In any of their parlours;—Mrs. Snell