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that when a hianBroke his word^ he was a great. big blackguard, arid that Miss Clarja was as much, his wife as she was ,her own father's daughteir— every bit; and then, said he very genteelly, I'll just go dnd ask—ProtfeUs I think he call'd hinv-^o help him to break open all the doors and windows in the house, but what he'd get his own property; * * . • ^

Stir. The devil he did! bounds! I haven't seen the fellow since his father'6 death; and if the stripling should be grown out of my knowledge; he may get into the house before I'm aware of ij;r^.(Seeing Jerry), Who's that feftow?

0'Daisy.. My most beautiful brbjdi!er-,m-1aw, your Honour-^Mr. Jerry Blossom* Escj.

Jerry, Yes* Str,''I want a placed

Stir. Zounds F ,1^shall grotojfjuite suspicious.

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O'Daisy. Why, what do you wattit?

Serv. My Master.. ,.v . ,.. ro „.. ,t

G" Daisy. There he is. , . '\ [Exit.

Serv. Sir, there's a poor man want's you.

FINALE.

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Jumble (urithoutj. Pity, friends, oh pity, pray,*

A weary soldier (enlersj, old and wounded!

Stirling. What the devil does he say?

By treachery I'm so surrounded.

Clara and Dolly. Sad and dreary is his way—

He's a soldier poor and wounded.

Stirling. I'll hire that lout—he may assist

The schemes of Jumble to resist.

Footman.
Jerry.
Jumble.
Stirling.

What the devil's to be done?
I mu*t either fight or run.
What the devil's to be done?

He must either fight or run. I must either fight or run. I wish that fellow was departed. (To Jumble). Get you gone. Clara. He's broken-hearted.

O'Daisy. Then pity, Sir, ah, pity, pray—

Dolly. A weary soldier, old and wounded.

Sad and dreary is his way— Stirling. By treachery I'm so surrounded.

I'll hire that lout—he may assist The schemes of Jumble to resist. Jumble (as s I be come all the way from the North for a Blossom, \ place—

having < My name's Jerry Blossom, don't doubt me: ciianged f What 1 feel in my heart you may see in my face, Dresses). far I have no disguises about me.i , ,.1 fjn;

Jerry (as Jumble). Pily, Sir, now pity, pray*

A. weary soldier, old and wounded! Stir, (to Jumble). Send that vagabond away—

By treachery I'm so surrounded, I must guard against surprises. Jumble. Your Honour's orders I obey (crosses lo Jer.)

Jerry. Pity, Sir, a soldier, pray!

Omnes. Lovers come in all disguises.

[Exit Jerry on one side: the rest through the
Gate, Jumble following.

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Act II.

SCENE I.
The Lodge.

Enter O'daisy.

0"Daisy. Oh! this love makes a rare bustle amongst us all—a pretty kettle of fish, indeed, as the man said, when he over-roasted a shoulder of mutton—and if old Mr. Stirling should happen to find it all out, he'd pack me off in,a nurry. Well, and if he does, so much the better —I'll take a trip to neat little Ireland, the land of whisky, pretty girls, lads of wax, and mealy potatoes.

SONG—O'daisy.
I.

Oh! the land of sweet Erin's a land of delight,
The women can love, and the men can all fight;
We have hearts for the girls—we have arms for our foes,
And they both are triumphant, as all the World knows.
If they talk of politeness, we beat them at that—
For when Mounsecr came courting, a rival to Pat,
He cried, my dear jewel, you're quite at a stand,
So pray take a foot, just to lend you a hand.
Then let us be frisky, and tipple the whisky,
Long life to the land of dear liberty's joys l
No country whatever has power to sever
The Shamrock, the Rose, and the Thistle, my boys.

II.

They talk how they live—why, its blarney and stuff {
For a man, when he's hungry, can eat fast enough.
Is not teaching a live man to live, all my eye?
Let 'ere come over here, and we'll teach 'em to die.
Their frogs and soup-maigre are nothing but froth,
To our beef, and potatoes, and Scotch barley broth.
Then what country for living as Erin so fit,
Hospitality's home, and the birth,place of wit.
Then let us be frisky, &c.

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III.

They may talk of tboir wonders as Jon^ as they please—
By St. Patrick, their swans are all nothing but geese!
They say they can fight, but.'tis all tjiey can say;
For as soon as we charge—they as soon run away. v*
Then, oh! may the land that grot^s out of the sea, . u' '.if.
Flourish long in prosperity, happy and free; ,:;

For England, and Ireland, and Scotland can prove,. , , ,, i
They euts,hin,e them in courage, in beauty, and love.
Then let us be frisky, &e. ',

SCENE II.: An Apartment at Stirling's.

Enter Jumblk and Clara. )

Jumble. Ah! Clara, my love, here !->—secure this paper—quick, quick. , Clara. What is it?

Jumble. A plan of .escape.—An opportunity of speaking to you was so uncertain, I thought it best to write. But I most be gone, while the coast is clear.—Zounds! here's somebody else— away, away! [Exit Ciara, dropping the Paper. Enter Mrs. Honeymouth.

,• , ,:; .. , £Jumble stands aside.

Airs. Honey. How unfortunate, that my (jousin should be so inveterate against Mr. Jumble—I declare it almost precludes the hope I had so long and fondly cherished, of one day making him my husband. Delightful thought! his manners so accomplished, his person so elegant—I am convinced that I am the only woman, he intends to make his bride.

Jumble [aside). The devil! if I don't make my escape soon, instead of my running away with a woman, egad t a woman will run away with me— 'Sdeath! another interruption.

Enter Stirling.

Stir, (calling). Clara! Cousin! Oh, you are there, Coz; but where's Clara? I don't like to trust her out of my sight a moment-^and as to that booby Jerry Blossom, though he has not been half an hour in the house, I dare say he'll take the fair side of the question, so I'll turn him out directly—(seeing the paper)—-Hey! what have we here?

Jumble (aside). Confusion! the paper I gave Clara—

Stir. A letter without a seal—and I declare without a direction.

Mrs. Honey. Without a direction?

Stir. Let me see—Hey! Jerry, what do you want?

Jumble (changing his voice). I do want that paper, an'it please you, Zur!

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