buttocks! I leave it to the judgement of any ten taylors in town, if 30 pair of mens’ breeches may not be cut, from a little above the eaſing of Beſſy’s bum, and this makes her a motherly-like woman, as ſturdy a fabric as ever ſtrade to market or mill.
But when ſhe’s married, ſhe turns, a madam, her miſtreſs did not work much, and why ſhould ſhe! Her mother tell’d ay ſhe wad be a lady, but cou’d never ſhow where her hands lay; but when money is all spent, credit broken, and conduct out of keeping, a wheen babling bubly bairns, crying piece minny, parich minny, the witleſs wanton waſter is at her wit’s end. Work now or want, and do not ſay that the world has war’d you; but Lofty Nodle, your giddy headed mother has led you aſtray, by learning you to be a lady, before ye was fit to be a ſervant-laſs, by teaching you lazineſs inſtead of hard labour, by giving you such a high conceit of yourſelf, that no body thinks anything of you now, and you may judge yourself to be one of those, that wife people call Little-worth; but after all, my Dear Dirty face, when you begin the warld again, be perfectly rich before you be gentle, work hard for what you gain, and you’ll ken better how to guide it, for pride is an unperfect fortune, and a ludicrous life will not last long.
Another ſort I ſee, who has got more ſilver than ſenſe, more gold than good nature, more muſlins and means than good manners, tho’
