The
Candidate
When
sly
Jemmy
Twitcher
had
smugged
up
his
face
With
a
lick
of
court
whitewash
and
pious
grimace
,
A-wooing
he
went
,
where
three
sisters
of
old
In
harmless
society
guttle
and
scold
.
'
Lord
!
Sister
,
'
says
Physic
to
Law
,
'
I
declare
Such
a
sheep-biting
look
,
such
a
pick-pocket
air
,
Not
I
,
for
the
Indies
!
you
know
I'm
no
prude
;
But
his
nose
is
a
shame
and
his
eyes
are
so
lewd
!
Then
he
shambles
and
straddles
so
oddly
,
I
fear
—
No
;
at
our
time
of
life
,
'twould
be
silly
,
my
dear
.
'
'
I
don't
know
,
'
says
Law
,
'
now
methinks
,
for
his
look
,
'Tis
just
like
the
picture
in
Rochester's
book
.
But
his
character
,
Phyzzy
,
his
morals
,
his
life
;
When
she
died
,
I
can't
tell
,
but
he
once
had
a
wife
.
'
They
say
he's
no
Christian
,
loves
drinking
and
whoring
,
And
all
the
town
rings
of
his
swearing
and
roaring
,
His
lying
and
filching
,
and
Newgate-bird
tricks
:
—
Not
I
,
—
for
a
coronet
,
chariot
and
six
.
'
Divinity
heard
,
between
waking
and
dozing
,
Her
sisters
denying
and
Jemmy
proposing
;
From
dinner
she
rose
with
her
bumper
in
hand
,
She
stroked
up
her
belly
and
stroked
down
her
band
.
'
What
a
pother
is
here
about
wenching
and
roaring
!
Why
David
loved
catches
and
Solomon
whoring
.
Did
not
Israel
filch
from
the
Egyptians
of
old
Their
jewels
of
silver
and
jewels
of
gold
?
The
prophet
of
Bethel
,
we
read
,
told
a
lie
;
He
drinks
:
so
did
Noah
;
he
swears
:
so
do
I
.
To
refuse
him
for
such
peccadillos
were
odd
;
Besides
,
he
repents
,
and
he
talks
about
God
.
'
Never
hang
down
your
head
,
you
poor
penitent
elf
!
Come
,
buss
me
,
I'll
be
Mrs
Twitcher
myself
.
Damn
ye
both
for
a
couple
of
Puritan
bitches
!
He's
Christian
enough
that
repents
and
that
stitches
.
'