scruple of decorum had unseasona-
bly rose up in Susannah's conscience, about
holding the candle, whilst Slop tied it on ;
Slop had not treated Susannah's distem-
per with anodines, -- and so a quarrel
had ensued betwixt them.
ble, au moins dans le sens énigmatique que Nicius
Erythræus a tâché de lui donner. Cet auteur dit
que pour comprendre comme Lipse, a pû com-
poser un ouvrage le premier jour de sa vie, il faut
s'imaginer, que ce premier jour n'est pas celui de
sa naissance charnelle, mais celui au quel il a com-
mencé d'user de la raison ; il veut que ç'ait été a
l'age de neuf ans ; et il nous veut persuader que ce
fut en cet âge, que Lipse fit un poème. -- Le tour
est ingenieux, &c. &c.
-- Oh !
-- Oh ! oh ! -- said Slop, casting
a glance of undue freedom in Susannah's
face, as she declined the office ; -- then,
I think I know you, madam -- You
know me, Sir ! cried Susannah fastidi-
ously, and with a toss of her head, le-
velled evidently, not at his profession,
but at the doctor himself, -- you know
me ! cried Susannah again. -- Doctor
Slop clapped his finger and his thumb
instantly upon his nostrils ; -- Susan-
nah's spleen was ready to burst at it ; --
'Tis false, said Susannah. -- Come, come,
Mrs. Modesty, said Slop, not a little
elated with the success of his last thrust,
-- if you won't hold the candle, and
look -- you may hold it and shut your
eyes : -- That's one of your popish shifts,
cried Susannah : -- 'Tis better, said Slop,
with a nod, than no shift at all, young
woman ;
woman ; -- I defy you, Sir, cried Su-
sannah, pulling her shift sleeve below
her elbow.
It was almost impossible for two per-
sons to assist each other in a surgical
case with a more splenetic cordiality.
Slop snatched up the cataplasm, --
Susannah snatched up the candle ; --
a little this way, said Slop ; Susannah
looking one way, and rowing another,
instantly set fire to Slop's wig, which
being somewhat bushy and unctuous
withal, was burnt out before it was well
kindled. -- You impudent whore !
cried Slop, -- (for what is passion, but a
wild beast) -- you impudent whore, cried
Slop, getting upright, with the cataplasm
in his hand ; -- I never was the de-
struction of any body's nose, said Susan-
nah, -- which is more than you can say :
-- Is
-- Is it ? cried Slop, throwing the ca-
taplasm in her face ; -- Yes, it is, cried
Susannah, returning the compliment
with what was left in the pan. --
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