Clouted

If the praise of Herefordshire cider, and Oxford ale, deserve to be sung in Miltonic verse, the Clouted Cream of Cornwall puts in still more substantial claims to the notice of the lofty muse. Devonshire had regaled us with this delicious article, before we reached Cornwall, but as we had tasted the clouted cream of the latter, accompanied by the excellent coffee which we found at every inn throughout the county, we acknowledge it was only here that this production could be had in perfection.

So there are two or three little matters which seem to connect Tyre and its neighbourhood with the clouted cream of Devonshire.

I've seen her skim the clouted cream, And press from spongy curds the milky stream.

I thought he slept, and put My clouted brogues from off my feet, whose rudeness Answer'd my steps too loud.

His gown was greasier, and his cloke was meaner; His shoes were still more clouted, nor were cleaner.

A clouted cloak about him was, That held him frae the cauld; The thinnest bit of it, I guess, Was more than twenty fauld.

As it is our bones have been so basted, that we shall never like to look at either a clouted cloak or a pikestaff as long as we live.

Before him lay the fragments of a small wooden tray, and a torn old red cotton handkerchief wrapt round a pair of very clouted shoes.