Ever since she had worn a filthy disgusting wig that covered her "seat of reason" with horse-hair.
What on earth had come to the gentlemen lately was really more than she could say.
But men's suits now-a-days were so plentiful that it was the third time she had appeared in breeches that day.
Really, marriage was made such game of now-a-days, that, terrible to tell! Hymen had completely extinguished his torch; for, as he said, "le jeu ne vaut pas la chandelle." (Great confusion and cries of "Silence, my dears! Pray, pray, my dears! let us have silence.")
The plaintiff in this case is a very good young woman, in the prime of life, and the pastrycook line;
Whose manners are lovely, morals excellent, character superb, and eel pies divine.
Early each morning defendant would seek out her shop, and stop there the whole of the day.
Paying, the great big silly, nothing but compliments for emptying the whole of the stale-tart tray.
But his promises proved only pie-crust; for he suddenly left her to make love to a cook-shop next door.
After having sworn the fondest devotion, and lived on her eel pies for a good six months or more.