Anonymous - Pearl

Of Mistress and of Master,

Who thought to crush propensities

That only throve the faster.

But when I was thirteen I grew

Too big a boy for this,

The girls grew timid — well they knew

I might do more than kiss.

No longer Jane would offer me

The clean shirt nice and warm,

And turn me up and cuddle me,

Without supposing harm.

And Catherine never called me now

The bathroom door to keep,

The while she bathed, lest any came

And say, "You must not peep."

Nor Harriet, when she climb'd the trees,

Would let me now stand under,

All seem'd to guard their modesties

With care that made me wonder.

But fostering Venus kindly led

Her young disciple still,

Although I kept my maidenhead

Sorely against my will.

For though from British blood I sprung

Yet born in India's land,

I felt while callow, raw and young

Cythera's guiding hand.

And night by night, when fast asleep,

Wits, nerves upon the stretch,

My melting heart I could not keep,

I was an amorous wretch.

One day I chanced to climb outside

My cousin's bathing room,

And found a hole through which I spied

The place I'd used to roam.

I sigh'd to think how oft the girls

Had idly let me in,

"It's nobody but little Charles,

No matter though he's seen."

Yes, I was their sole favourite,

No other boy was suffer'd

To share in many a luscious sight

To me so freely offer'd.

"Those joys (thought I) are now no morel"

I started — at that minute,

Dear Kate came to the bathroom door,

She lock'd herself within it.

"Oh, do I dream, or is it true?

And is she going to bathe,

And treat me to the fullest view

Of all above, beneath?"

She dropt her gown, and one by one

She stript her of her clothes,

Her smock is all she now has on,

"Oh, will she nought expose?"

There, now it's off — and Catherine stands

In utter nudity,

And neither of her rosy hands

Conceals her modesty.

I saw her right before my eyes

Naked, stark naked stand,

The blooming centre of her thighs

As naked as my hand.

What see I now! what see I not!

Is Kate a woman grown?

She was a little girl I thought,

But lo, she's fully blown:

Oh look at her sweet fie for shame,

With pouting lips so red.

Oh look at her dear frisky game,

Her open maidenhead!

THE TRIAL OF CAPTAIN POWELL.

For Ravishing Margaret Edson, a child under the Age of 12 Years, at York Assizes, March 31st, 1775.

Mary Edson stated: I am the child's mother. On the Friday before New Year's Day, I perceived my daughter was ill, I asked her what she had done to herself (as she had trouble in making water), if she had fallen and hurt herself; she said no. On Sunday, the 1st January, when I stripped her I saw her shift very much daubed with what had come from her, which gave me a great shock.

Q. — What colour was it?

A. — A yellow colour mixed with red. When I saw her in that condition, I said if you do not tell me what you have done with yourself I will take the skin off your backside. As she would not tell me I got a birch rod, and twining her over my lap gave her bum a sharp tickling, when she said that Captain Powell sent for her brother and her, and he gave her brother a halfpenny to buy some sweets. After the boy went out the Captain barred the door, and then he put his finger up her body and hurt her very much. I was much surprised, and sent for Mrs. Nurser, a neighbour, who advised me to send for Dr. Lee, who lives at Knaresborough. In the afternoon too we asked her what Captain Powell did to her, and she then said Captain Powell unbuttoned his breeches and took out his cock and put it into her. I asked her if she felt anything come from him. She said she thought he made water in her. She said he sat in his chair and took her before him, and she shewed the motion he made in the chair, then he took her upstairs and did the same again.

Q. — From the appearance of the colour on the shift did you think it had the same appearance as that which comes from a man on those occasions?

A. — To the best of my judgment I thought it was.

Mr. John Lee, a surgeon, said that Mr. Edson, the father of the child, making application to him to examine his daughter, he attended at his house, when he inspected the child, and found her private parts much inflamed and swelled, which convinced him she had received some injury; there was likewise a discharge from the parts, which made him afraid it was venereal. He attended and administered to her about six weeks.

Q. — Did it appear to you there had been any violence used by a man's penis?

A. — I cannot say I formed any judgment as to the cause.

Q. — Suppose a man had introduced his private parts, would it have occasioned this?

A. — Yes it would.

Q. — Would a finger being put there occasion the excoriation?

A. — Yes it might. If a man had entered the vagina of the child and entered into her body, I should have thought it would have had a different appearance. It would have brought away blood, but I observed none.

Margaret Edson (the child).

COURT. — What age are you?

A. — Ten-and-a-half.

Q. — Do you tell lies?

A. — No.

Q. — Will you tell me the truth?

A. — Yes.

Q. — Do you know Captain Powell? Look round and see if he is here.

A. — There is Captain Powell, pointing to the prisoner.

Q. — Now tell us what Captain Powell did to you.

A. — I and my brother was at Mrs. Raper's playing with her little boy; we did not stay long. My brother and I were going home, and Captain Powell said, "Come hither, Peg, come hither." My brother went with me to Captain Powell, and he gave my brother a halfpenny to go and buy sweets. My brother went, and then Captain Powell bolted the door.

Q. — What did he do after that?

A. — He put one hand round my waist and turned up my clothes.

Q. — Where was he?

A. — He was sitting in a chair.

Q. — How was you standing?

A. — On the floor before him, between his legs.

Q. — What did he do?

A. — He unbuttoned his breeches and took his cock out.

Q. — How did you know it was his cock?

A. — I saw it; I saw him take it out.

Q. — What did he do after that?

A. — He put his cock in my arsehole.

Q. — Tell us that again?

A. — He unbuttoned his breeches, took out his cock, and put it in my arsehole.

The jury did not wish to hear any more, and he was indicted at the next assizes for a common assault, and found guilty.

FOWLS AND PICKLED PORK.

The wife of a City gentleman one day found in his pocket a billet from a ladylove of his, asking him to come that evening to supper, and that she had fowls and pickled pork.

The husband came home at his usual time, and told his wife that he had some particular business to transact that evening, which would keep him out rather late.

"Very well, dear, but you can't go out in that soiled shirt, come upstairs and change it," responded his tender better half.

She went with him to their bedroom, and with her jokes and larking soon gave him such a cockstand that he tossed her on the bed and had a good fuck.

Proceeding to finish dressing she again interrupted him with the remark that "he could not go out with such dirty stockings, now John let me pull them off and put on a clean pair for you."

This led to further dallying, especially when she remarked, "how silly his cock looked with its head hanging down, now she had taken the life out of it; la, I wonder if it can stand again dear," as she played with and kissed his limp concern. This led to another loving fuck, which ended by her giving him a rapturous kiss, as she exclaimed, "I believe, John, you have made me a baby at last. Now, my dear, I don't mind if you go and have the 'fowls and pickled pork.' "