Jer. Your life,-Oh no, no-not your life.

Guil. Death will be more welcome than disgrace; and if nothing less will prove my grati tude, willingly for her shall I resign that life which she preserved. But come, father, our plan is laid, and when the sun sets, Enrico's free! [Exeunt to Cottage. (Music).

SCENE II.

An Apartment at Miss E. ARUNDEL'S.

Enter LAUREL and TOM TOUGH.

Lau. You and your companions then promise your assistance-you will not fail?

Tom. Not we, your Honour-when I pipe all hands they'll obey the signal. But who'd have thought of seeing my old Commander here! I haven't been better pleas'd since you made Tom Tough a boatswain.

Lau. Well, brother sailor, wait within, and when you have delivered Sir Frank's message, remember my request.

Tom. I warrant your Honour. [Exit. Lau. So far all bids fairly-My sister's expla nation has been ample-her aunt's obstinate refusal to sanction the addresses of Altieri, was the chief cause of their misfortunes; and if I have power to prevent it, they shall no longer be the victims of injustice and oppression-that done, the ocean, again shall be my element, a ship my cradle, and the rough wind my lullaby.

Tom. Now for a peep at Sir Frank's sweetheart -I shouldn't wonder now if my Nell wasn't the tighter vessel o'the two, tho' she ban't so smartly rigg'd-(pulls the letter out of his tobacco box)— Wheugh!-(gives a long whistle) black as a collier in the Pool-Ecod there she is, stately as a threedecker-How large she looms-she's about, and

stands this way-My eye! how her canvas shakes in the wind. (Retires).

Enter Miss ELEANOR ARUNDEL.

Miss A. So, the hour approaches when I shall again behold the elegant Sir Francis Faddle— when last in England, his attentions to me were too evident to be misunderstood, and this opportunity will no doubt be chosen to lay his title and fortune at my feet.-I am surprised he is not here the weather appears favourable-I wonder what's the hour.

Tom. (suddenly-who during the speech, has been making observations)-Halt past-four P.M. scud flying, with squalls, and a gale of wind from the northward, please your Ladyship; at least that's the reckoning by the log-book of my understanding.

Miss A. Mercy on me, what a voice !—why, who are you, fellow?

Tom. By name Tom Tough, please your wor ship. I'm rated on Sir Frank's books as a sort of loblolly boy, and ha' brought this here billy doo -I think he called it.-(Miss Arundel receives the letter-turns it in amazement, &c. which disconcerts TOM.)

Miss A. To Made E. Arundel

Tom. That's right mun-E. stands for

Miss A. Eleanor-it should have been written at full.

Tom. Eleanor-oh!-that's French for Nell, I take it they call my wife so sometimes.

Miss A. This is very strange!

Tom. Bless you-Sir Frank be as strange as his writing every bit-afore I went to sea the last cruise, he was as tight a lad as ever crack'd bis

cuit; but since the Admiral died, he has hoisted the standard of Folly-crowded more sail than he's ballast to carry, and yaws confoundedly

Miss A. finishing the letter) "Your devoted admirer, Francis Faddle."-Your master is well, I hope.

Tom. Mortal bad, I tell you the topping lifts of jaws ha' given way, and he clips the king's English cruelly-aw-yaw, then the main and back stays of his leg are gone, and he swags starboard and larboard like a crippled mast after an action, as if he'd go by the board every roll: (imitating Sir F.)

Miss A. Dreadful indeed!-I was not prepared for this-his constitution must be greatly impaired.

Tom. Bless your heart, no-but you see, he rigs himself out as gay as a French galleykeeps race horses, and hunters, and houndsthen he keeps a-but that's no affair of yours.

Miss A. What, he delights in rural sports? Tom. No, but his friends do-O he's got plenty o' friends since he's had plenty o' shot in his locker. Then he plays billiard and hazardtalks of cannons-and the main-and then the yellow boys fly about like so many spent shot.

Miss Is Sir Francis successful at play?

Tom. Oh no-but his friends are, and that's the same thing, you know, Ma'am.-Ah, the old: Admiral was the lad for Tom Tough--he knew of no main but the salt sea-no cannons but the guns of his fleet; and talk of hunting-no chace was like the pursuit of an enemy, and no colour so glorious as the red rags of Old England flying over an enemy's Ensign.

Miss. Inform your master I an impatient till I behold him.

Tom. I'll pass the word. (As she turns away, he snaps his fingers aside). I thought so-no more to be compared to my Nell, than a parser's shirt is to a main-top-sail.

Miss A This secures my fondest hope-Ishall be the bride of Sir Francis and triumph over a niece, who would degrade her family by a marriage with the worthless Altieri. I know at this moment she is exerting all her interest to have his rank restored; but the fatal termination of the duel, will for ever banish him the country, and Eliza's presence.

"[Exit Tom. Well, I wonder what Sir Frank can see in her but its the way with these fair weather chaps now-a-days-they covet the command of these crazy old vessels, and let some o' the tightest little frigates in the service sail by 'em.

Fad. At last I have made myself tolerable look-at-able-hope the ladies will admire me... raptures no doubt, tho' they won't say sobut really this is a very disagreeable affair of Eliza's with that-that-I forget the fellow's namebut, however, it has not gone too far, and I'll take pity on her-wonder she didn't answer my tender billet, tho'-perhaps that sea-liorse, my man Tom, has never deliver'd it-never seen her face, I dare say.

Tom. O yes, I have-and such a face its right worshipful.

Fad. Right worshipful!

Tom. Yes; like my Lord-Mayor's.

Fad. Did you deliver my letter to the accom plish'd and beautiful—

Tom. Beautiful!—why I took an observation,