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JANET'S ORATION.
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within doors, when every city appeared as a sanctuary, nothing to be heard in the streets but the sound of prayer on the right hand, and the melodious sound of psalms on the left.

Now is the days of counting, scribling, riding of horses, and the sound of the post-horn come; surely there will be trade now, and none will miss prosperity when every day is a fair; I add no more on this head, but every one claim a right to his own set time, &c.

Another grievance of the female offenders I cannot omit, which attracks men's fancy and is the cause of his fall; I mean Flighters who has got a little of the means of Mammon, more silver than sense, more gold than good nature, haughtiness for humility, value themselves as a treasure incomprehensible, their heads and heart of Ophir-gold, their hips of silver and their whole body as set about with precious stones, great and many are the congresses of their courtship, and the solemnizing of their marriage is like the constitusion of a peace after a bloody and tedious war.

And what is she after all, yea her poor penny will never be exhausted, it must be laid out in lunacy and laziness, she must have fine teas and the tuther thing: then pregnancy and the spueing of porech approaching, then she prophecies of her death; as she hatches (illegible text) she embraces laziness; then O the bed, the bed nothing like the bed for a bad wife; her body becomes as par-boiled, being so bed-ridden! this rots their children in the brewing, and buries them in the bringing up, yea some mothers are so beastly, as water the bed and blame the child therefore; yet such lazy wives live long; and their children soon die; their far fetched feigned sickens soon renders the husband to the substance of one Sixpence, he becomes poor and hen-peck't under such peticoat government.

But when I Janet was a Janet and had the judgement of my own house, my husband was thrice happier, I never held him down, he was above me day and night, I sat late and rose early, kept a full house and rough back, when summer came we minded