Date: 1867
Little does that dairymaid know her own bliss, unless she has known what it is to stand churning three, four, five hours, obtaining nothing but froth, fancying she feels the thickening ofthe milk, and finding, like Dr. Johnson, 'nothing ensue,' till she hopes that nobody will speak to her because, hot, tired, worried as she is, she does not think she could speak without crying.  Happy is the Kerry maiden, who, having no dog-menial, like her Dutch sister, plays the part of machine for no more than an hour at furthest.  The 'butter never fails to be good, she says: a marvel full as great as the gliding of a scarlet coat and a 'three-cocked hat' over the lake.