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Humphrey Clinker Janet Clinker's oration, on the villanies of the old women… (1820)

I dang the diel out of them, an dadded them like a wet dish-clout, till they did my bidding: but now the bairns are brought to spit fire in their mither's face, and cast dirt on their auld daddies. How can they be good, who never saw a sample of it; or reverence old age who practised no precepts in their youth? How can they love their parents, who gave them black poison instead of good principles; who shewed them no good, and taught them no duties? No marvel, such children despise old age, and reverence their parents as an old horse does his father.
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Humphrey Clinker Janet Clinker's oration, on the villanies of the old women… (1820)

Her mother ay said that she wad be a lady, but could never tell where her hands lay: but when money is all spent, credit broken, and conduct out of keeping, a wheen babling bubly bairns crying piece, minny, porritch, minny, the witless wanton waster is at her wit's end. Work now or want, and do not say that the world has waur'd you; but lofty noddle, your giddy-headed mother, has led you astray, by learning you to be a lady, before you was fit to be a servant lass, by teaching you laziness instead of hard labour
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