Gloom. Friends of Inchabod Daniels
in an attempt to cure him of a melancholik distemper took him on a boat trip
across the Black mere and threw him in hope that the cold waters would shock
him out of his lethargy, but Inchabod drowned his last words were “glug”. My
old friend Brough has recently returned from London where he saw the celebrated
castrati Busoni in Drury Lane. “Castration has a strange effect”, remarked
Brough “it emasculates and brings on a near resemblance of the other sex.
Busoni had smooth skin and beardless skin. The ingenious Mr Lisle in his book
on husbandry carries it further “continued Brough. I was at this time crossing
and uncrossing my legs with increasing speed.. I remarked that the whole business of the castrati was
a damnable Popish trick designed to rob the manhood and I would have nothing to
do with the squeaking noises and unmanly foppery. In my excitement the broth
that Squinting Agnes had brought in fell into my lap.
Item 1 farthing for soothing ointment
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