In matron weeds a Housekeeper appears.
The jingling keys her comely girdle deck—
Her ’kerchief colour’d, and her apron check.
Can that be Adelaide, that “soul of whim,”
Reform’d in practice, and in manner prim?
—On household cares intent,[[185]] with many a sigh
She turns the pancake, and she moulds the pie;
Melts into sauces rich the savoury ham;
From the crush’d berry strains the lucid jam;
Bids brandied cherries,[[186]] by infusion slow,