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Updated: May 9, 2025
The servants and companions of ladies of that date were themselves gentlewomen of good breeding. Waller writes verses to Mrs. Braughton, servant to Sacharissa, commencing his lines, "Fair fellow-servant." Temple, had he written verse to his mistress, would probably have left us some "Lines to Jane."
At length I danced with her at a school ball. I was so awkward a booby, that I dared scarcely speak to her; I was filled with awe and embarrassment in her presence; but I was so inspired that my poetical temperament for the first time broke out in verse; and I fabricated some glowing lines, in which I be-rhymed the little lady under the favorite name of Sacharissa.
Though Van Dyck painted many beautiful women, he did not excel in rendering them beautiful on canvas, so that succeeding generations, in gazing on Van Dyck's versions of Venitia, Lady Digby, and Dorothy Sydney Waller's Sacharissa, have wondered how Sir Kenelm, Waller, and their contemporaries, could find these ladies so beautiful.
"My work," said Sacharissa to herself. "I'm glad Man does me justice before " That frame, too, was smashed out and thrown atop of the others and the foul earwiggy quilts. As frame after frame followed it, the swarm beheld the upheaval, exposure, and destruction of all that had been well or ill done in every cranny of their Hive for generations past.
"The thing to do," said Linda, "is to prove your theory by practicing on people. They may not like the idea, but they'll be so grateful, when happily and unexpectedly married, that they'll buy stock." "Or give us testimonials," added Sacharissa, "that their bliss was entirely due to a single dose of Green Mouse, Limited." "Don't be flippant," said Linda.
But think of those awful, solemn, lop-sided Oddities waiting for us at home crawling and clambering and preaching and dirtying things in the dark." "I don't mind that so much as their silly songs, after we've fed 'em, all about 'work among the merry, merry blossoms," said Sacharissa from the deeps of a stale Canterbury bell. "I do. How's our Queen?" said Melissa. "Cheerfully hopeless, as usual.
"Really, you are too archaic for words," said an Oddity in an alley-way. "A cloud, I admit, may have crossed the sun; but why hysterics? Above all, why Princesses so late in the day? Are you aware it's the Hival Tea-time? Let's sing grace." Melissa clawed past him with all six legs. Sacharissa had run to what was left of the fertile brood-comb.
"If that maid of yours had asked me," he went on, "I'd have told her. She saw me coming down the steps of a physician's house I suppose she mistook my camera case for a case of medicines." "I did oh, I did!" moaned the maid, and covered her head with her apron. "The thing to do," said Sacharissa, calmly, "is to send for the nearest plumber. Ferdinand, go immediately!"
Come; do you promise to abide by it you two?" They promised doubtfully. "So do I, then," said Sacharissa. "Hurry up and blindfold me, somebody. The bus will be here in half an hour, and you know how father acts when kept waiting."
He began in his easy, agreeable voice, looking across at his pretty wife: "You know, dearest and Sacharissa, over there, is also aware that, in the course of my economical experiments in connection with your father's Wireless Trust, I have accidentally discovered how to utilize certain brand-new currents of an extraordinary character."
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