text:  "These drugs at first had scarcely strength to move your virgin blood; They slowly rose in action till they wrought it to a flood Fit for their giver's purpose who--_who turn'd it into mud!_" The lover then leaves Lilian to her own meditations and commences to rant and rave against her seducer in good set terms of which the following is a specimen:-- "Pardon Heaven! that I doubted whether there was any hell