ABSTRACT

[…] These are the blooming spinsters doom’d by fate, To quit for India’s shores, their native Isle, Lured by the hope, that fortune may await, To crown their troubles, and their cares beguile; These are the misses, who to change their state 5 Brave the rough seas, ah! readers, do not smile, Unlike – deluded Suttees, in the East, They burn for living husbands, not deceas’d!