The Mirror of Taste, and Dramatic Censor, Vol. I, No. 1, January 1810
Chapter 17
How she tore her lovely locks that look'd so sandy, oh! [? for !] you said just now the river wasn't fordable [was'nt] amazement, then incredulity, and lastly indignation._) [period after close parenthesis] instantly resign this woman! [? for !]