FEMALE
CAUTION
.
By
the
Same
.
MOTHER
Breedwell
presented
her
husband
each
year
With
a
chopping
brave
boy
,
and
sometimes
with
apair
;
'Till
the
primitive
blessing
of
multiplication
Had
fill'd
the
whole
house
with
a
young
generation
.
But
as
that
increased
,
so
sorrow
and
care
,
Those
primitive
curses
,
put
in
for
a
share
;
And
the
toilsome
employments
of
mother
and
wise
,
Had
hag'd
the
poor
woman
half
out
of
her
life
.
To
the
doctor
she
goes
with
a
pitiful
face
,
And
begs
he
wou'd
give
his
advice
in
her
case
.
She
tells
him
her
husband
was
wretchedly
poor
,
And
prays
he'd
consider
her
chargeable
store
,
And
prevent
for
the
future
her
having
of
more
.
As
for
that
,
quoth
the
sage
,
I've
a
cure
never
failing
,
Which
neither
Hippocrates
thought
of
,
nor
Galen
.
Look
here
—
I
present
you
this
wonderful
hose
,
Into
which
,
ev'ry
night
when
you
bed
with
your
spouse
,
Thrust
both
legs
;
nor
pull
off
the
magical
fetters
,
Till
you
rise
in
the
morn
about
family
matters
.
Observe
but
this
rule
,
which
I
give
you
in
charge
,
And
your
stock
may
diminish
,
but
never
enlarge
.
Many
thanks
for
your
kindness
,
dear
Sir
,
quoth
the
dame
,
(
Here
she
drop'd
him
a
curt'sie
)
—
if
it
were
not
for
shame
,
And
for
fear
you
shou'd
think
me
too
bold
,
I'd
fain
beg
T'
other
shocking
—
and
so
have
a
hose
to
each
leg
:
For
if
such
rare
virtue's
contained
in
one
,
How
safe
shou'd
I
be
,
had
I
both
of
them
on
!