Chapter 1342 of 1964 · 56 words · ~1 min read

LXXXV.

Oh Mrs. Fry! Why go to Newgate? Why Preach to _poor_ rogues? And wherefore not begin With Carlton, or with other houses? Try Your hand at hardened and imperial Sin. To mend the People's an absurdity, A jargon, a mere philanthropic din, Unless you make their betters better:--Fie! I thought you had more religion, Mrs. Fry.