No wonder that thus drench’d, and wrench’d, and gall’d,
As soon as possible from syncope’s fetter
Her senses had the sense to be recall’d,
“I’m better—that will do—indeed I’m better,”
She cried to each importunate besetter;
Meanwhile, escaping from the stir and smother,
The prudent parent seized the lover’s letter,
(Daughters should have no secrets with a Mother)
And read it thro’ from one end to the ............