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The Convent Gardener Of Lamporechio
by [?]

Some time the squeamish sister watched the spot;
At length the other, who’d her wishes got,
The station took; the lab’rer tried to please
The second as the first, but less at ease;
So many favours fell not to her share,
And only treble comfort proved her fare.

THE garden-path, and summer-house as well,
Were well remembered by each wanton belle;
No need of guides; and soon our spark contrived;
With sister Agnes also to be hived
A press-house at the convent end he chose,
in which he showed her how soft pleasure flows;
Nor Claudia nor Angelica would miss
The dormitory that, and cellar this;
In short the garret and the vaulted cave
Knew fully how the sisters could behave;
Not one but what he first or last regaled
E’en with the rigid abbess he prevailed,
To take a dance, and as the dame required
Her treble share of what was most admired,
The other nuns were oft obliged to fast,
While with the convent-head his time was passed.

To no restoratives our Wight would run;
Though these do little, where much work is done:
So oft the lad was pressed for cheering play,
That with the abbess, when engaged one day,
He said, where’er I go, ’tis common talk,
With only sev’n an able bird should walk,
Yet constantly I’ve got no less than nine:–
The abbess cried,–A miracle divine!
Here nuns, pray haste, and quickly come around;
We’ve fasted with success:–his tongue is found.
The eight encircled him with great surprise;
No longer dumb.–they viewed with eager eyes:
A consultation instantly was had,
When ’twas agreed to honour well the lad,
And try to make him secrecy observe;
But if dismissed, from silence he might swerve.
The active youth, well fed, well paid, thus blessed,
Did all he could,–and others did the rest.
He for the nuns procured a little lot,
That afterward two little friars got,
And in the sequel fathers soon became;
The sisters mothers too, in spite of shame;
But never name more justly was applied:
In vain their mysteries they strove to hide.

* The parlour in a convent is the room where the nuns are
permitted to speak to their friends through a lattice.