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Charles. Ses; but they were received with Maj. O. For shame! hold out, if you are the utmost contempt. The old gentleman, it a man.

(Apart. seems, hates a lord, and he told her so’in Oak. She has been so much vexed this plain terms.

morning already, 1 must humour her a little Maj. 0. Such an aversion to the nobility now.

[Apart. may not run in the blood. The girl, I war- Maj. O. Fie! fie! go out, or you are undone. ranl you, has no objection. However, if she's

[ Apart. there, watch her narrowly, Charles. Lady Oak. You see it's impossible.- I'll dine Freelove is as mischievous as a monkey, and home with thee, my love. as cunning 100.--Have a care of her, I say,

[ Apart to Mrs. Oakly. bare a care of her.

Mrs. 0. Ay, ay, pray do, sir.—Dine at a Charles. If she's there, I'll bave her out of tavern indeed!

Going the house within this half hour, or set fire Oak. [Returning] You may depend on me to it.

another time, major. Moj. O. Nay, now you are too violent- Maj. O. Steel and adamant! Ah! star a momeni, and we'll consider what's best Mrs. 0. [Returning] Mr. Oakly! to be done.

Oak. O, my dear! [Exit, with Mrs. Oakly. Enter Oakly.

Maj. O. Ha, ha, ha! There's a picture of reOak. Come, is the coach ready? Let us be solution there goes a philosopher for you! gone. Does Charles go with us?

ha! Charles ! Charles. I go with you!- What can I do? Charles. 0, uncle! I have no spirits to I am so resed and distracted, and so many laugh now. thoughts crowd in upon me, I don't know Maj. 0. So! I have a fine time on't between which way to turn myself.

you and my brother, Will

you meet me to Mrs. 0. [Within] 'The coach!-dines out! dinner at the St. Albans by four? We'll drink shere is your master ?

her health, and think of this affair. Oak. Zounds, brother! here she is!

Charles. Don't depend on me. I shall be

ruuning all over the town, in pursuit of my Re-enter MRS. OAKLY.

Harriot; at all events I'll go directly to lad; Mrs. 0. Pray, Mr. Oakly, what is the mal- Freelove's. If I find her not there, which way ler you cannot dine at bome to-day? I shall direct myself, heaven knows.

Oak. Don't be uneasy, my dear! – I have Maj. 0. Harkye, Charles! If you meet with a lide business to settle with my brother; so her, you may be at a loss. Bring her to my I am only just going to dinner, with him and house; I have a snug room, and Charles , to the taveri,

Charles. Phoo! Prythee, uncle, don't trissle Mrs. 0. Why cannot you settle your busi- with me now. ness bere, as well as at

a tavern? but it is Maj. 0. Well, seriously then, my house is some of your ladies' business, I suppose, and at your service. you must get rid of my company. - This Charles. I thank you; but I must be gone. your fault, major Oakly!

Maj. 0. Ay, ay, bring her to my house, Naj. 0. Lord, sister, what signifies it, whether and we'll settle the whole affair for you. You a maa dines at home or abroad? [Coolly. shall clapher into a post-chaise, take the Mrs. 0. Il signifies a great deal, sir! and chaplain of our regiment along with you,

wheel her down to Scotland ?), and when you faj. O. Phoo! let him go, my dear sister, come back, send to settle her fortune with let him go! he will be ten times better com- her father; that's the modern art of making paar when he comes back. I tell you what, love, Charles !

[Ereuni, sistez-you sit a home till you are quite tired of one another, and then you grow cross,

ACT II. you would but part a little Scene I.-A Room in the Bull and Gate Inn. 20w and then, you might meet again in

Enter Sir Harry BEAGLE 2) and Tom. Mrs.0. I beg, major Oakly, that you would Sir H. Ten guineas a mare,

and a crown trouble yourself about your own affairs; and the

man? hey, Tom! let me tell you, sir, that I

Tom. Yes, your

honour. OkNay, do not put thyself into a passion. Sir H. And are you sure, Tom, that there with the major, my dear! – It is not his fault; is no flaw in his blood ? and I shall come back to thee very soon.

Tom. He's a good thing, sir, and as little Mrs. 0. Come back ;- why need you go beholden to the ground, as any horse that out? I know well enough when you mean lo deceive me; for then there is always a

1) A spirited girl in England, when opposed in her choice

of a husband by her parents, used to make nothing of pretence of dining with sir John, or my lord, agreeing with her lover to set off with him 10 Grelna or somebody; but when you tell me that you

Green (on the borders of Scotland), 10 get married; bal are going to a tavern, it's such a bare-faced now this custom is abulished, and the blacksmith who

used to perform the marriage ceremony has been for

bidden lo act, since Lord E-took his flight towards Oak. This is so strange now!-Why, my

those regions on the same errand; so that, now the lovers are obliged to bave the ceremony performed in a

boat on the river there, and this marriage is perfectly Mrs. 0. Only just go after the lady in the

2) Wo hare an excellent specimen, in sir H, Beagle, of Oak. Well, well, I won't go then.—Will one of our racing and fox-hunting country-squires; that convince you? I'll stay with you, my

as he speaks entirely in the language of the turf (raceground), some of his sporting terms require an explanation,

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ever went over the turf upon four legs. Why I lose my match with lord Chokejade, by not here's his whole pedigree, ?) your honour! riding myself, and I shall have no opportunity Sir H. Is it attested?

to bedge :) my bets neither-wbat a damned Tom. Very well attested; it is signed by piece of work have I made on't-I have knocked Jack Spur and my lord Startal.

up poor Snip, shall lose my match, and as to [Giving the Pedigree. Harriot, why the odds are that I lose my Sir H. Let me see. [Reads] T'om-come- match there ino- a skittish young tit! a) F'i tickle-me was out of the famous Tantwivy once get her tight in band, I'll make her mare, by sir Aaron Driver's chesnut hors., wince for it.-Her estate, joined to my own, White Stockings. White Stockings, his dam, I would have the finest stud and the noblest was got by lord Hedge's South Barb, full kennel in the whole country.—But here comes sister to the Proserpine Filly, and his sire her father, puffing and blowing, like a brokenTom Jones; his grandam was the Irish winded borse up bill. Duchess, and his grandsire Squire Sportley's Trajan; his great and great great

Enter jusser. grandam were Newmarket Pegey and Black Rus. Well, sir Harry, have you heard any Moll; and his great grandsire, and great thing of her? great grandsire, were sir Ralph Whip's Sir H. Yes, I bave been asking Tom about Regulus, and the famous Prince Anamnaboo. her, and be says you may have her for five

his

bundred guineas, JOHN SPUR. Rus. Five hundred guineas! how d'ye mean?

mark where is she? which way did she take? StarTAL.

Sir H. Why, first she went to Epsom, then Tom. All sine horses, and won every thing! to Lincoln, then to Nottingham, and now she a foal out of your honour's bald-fac'd' Venus, is at York. by this horse, would beat the world.

Rus. Impossible! she could not go over halt Sir H. Well then, we'll think on't. - But, the ground in the time. What the devil are plague on't, Tom, I bave certainly knocked you talking of? up my little roan gelding in this damn'd wild- Sir H. Of the mare you was just now saying goose chase of threescore miles an end. 2) you wanted to buy. Tom. He's deadly blown, to be sure, your

Rus. The devil take the mare!-who would honour; and I am afraid we are upon a wrong think of her, when I am mad about an affair scent after all. Madam Harriot certainly took of so much more consequence ? across the country, instead of coming on to Sir H. You seemed mad about her a little London.

while ago. She's a fine mare, and a thing of Sir H. No, no, we traced her all the way shape and blood. up. But d'ye hear, Tom, look out among the Rus. Damn her blood!– Harriot! my dear, stables and repositories here in town, for a provoking Harriot! Where can she be? Hase smart road nag, and a strong horse to carry you got any intelligence of ber? a portmanteau.

Sir H. No, faith, not I: we seem to be Tom. Sir Roger Turf's horses are to be quite thrown out 5) here – but, however, I sold—I'll see if there's ever a tight thing there bave ordered Tom' to try if he can hear any —but I suppose, sir, you would have one thing of her among the ostlers. somewhat stronger than Snip— I don't think Rus. Why don't you inquire after her yourhe's quite enough of a horse for your honour. self? why don't you run up and down the

Sir H. Not enough of a borse! Snip's a whole town after her? - t'oiber young rascal powerful gelding; master of two stone more knows where she is, I warrant you. - What ihan my weight. If Snip stands sound, 1 a plague it is to have a daughter! When one would not take a hundred guineas for him. loves her to distraction, and has toiled and Poor Snip! go into the stable, Tom, see they laboured to make ber bappy, the ungrateful give him a warm mash, and look at his heels slut will sooner go to bell her own wayand his eyes. – But where's Mr. Russel all but she shall have him-I will make her happy, this while ?

if I break her heart for it.-A provoking

gipsy Tom. I left the squire at breakfast on a cola ---to run away, and torment her poor father, pigeon pie, and inquiring after madam Harriot, that dotes on her! I'll never see her face in the kitchen. I'll let him know your honour again. - Sir Harry, how can we get any inwould be glad to see him here.

telligence of her? Why don't you speak?' why Sir H. Ay, do; but harkye, Tom, be sure don't you tell me? — Zounds! you seem as you take care of Snip.

indifferent as if you did not care a farthing Tom. I'll warrant your honour.

about her. Sir H. I'll be down in the stables myself. Sir H. Indifferent! you may well call me by-and-by. [Exit Tom] Let me see - out of indifferent!—this damned chase after her will the famous Tantwisy by White Slockings; cost me a thousand - if it had not been for White Stockings, his dam, full sister to the her, I would not bave been off the course ) Proserpinc Filly; and his sire-pox on't, how this week to have saved the lives of my whole unlucky it is that this damned accident should family—I'll hold you six to two that happen in the Newmarket week!-ten to one Rús. Zounds!' hold your tongue, or 1) The pedigree of a horse, is as religiously kept as that 1) To draw back. 2) An unmanageable little borse of any ancient family in Wales, or rather as the same 3) When the dogs have lost the scent, in fox-bounting is done among the Arabians, where as in England the they are said to be thrown out. The fox, whes kas blood proves ihe goodness of the horse ; and the names pursuod, will run into a herd of deer, or Dock given io the horses are sometimes not a Jiule singular. sheep, jump over a wall, any thing to put the dogs su 2) Without slopping.

4) The race-ground at Newmarket or otherwise.

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more to the purpose I swear she is too good teach my young mistress to be gadding. She for you-you don't deserve such a wile-a shall marry you lo-night. Come along, sir foe, dear, sweet, lovely, charming girl!- llarry, come along; we won't lose a minute. Sbe'll break my heart.- How shall I find her Come along. nut?-Do, pr'yihee, sir Harry, my dear honest Sir H, Sobo! hark forward! wind 'em and friend, consider how we may discover where cross 'em! hark forward! Yoics! Yoics! she is fled to.

[Exeunt. Sir H. Suppose you put an advertisement into the newspapers, describing her marks,

SCENE II. - OAKLY's House, her age, her height, and where she strayed

Enter Mrs. OAKLY. from. I recovered a bay mare once by that method.

Mrs. 0. After all, that letter was certainly Rus. Advertise her!-What! describe my intended for my husband. I see plain enough daughter, and expose her, in the public papers, they are all in a plot against me. My husband with a reward for bringing ber home, like intriguing, the major working him up to borses stolen or strayed! — recovered a bay affront me, Charles owning his letters, and mare! - the devil's in the fellow! – he thinks so playing into each other's hands. —-- They of pothing but racers, and bay mares, and think ine a fool, I find—but I'll be too much stallions.-'Sdeath, I wish your

for them yet. I have desired to speak with Sir H. I wish Harriot was fairly pounded; 2) Mr. Oakly, and expect him bere immediately. it would save us both a deal of trouble. His temper is naturally open; and if he thinks

Rus. Which way shall I turn myself?–1 my anger abated, and my suspicions laid am balf distracted. If I go to that young asleep, he will certainly betray himself by his dog's boose, be bas certainly conveyed her behaviour. I'll assume an air of good humour, somewbere out of my reach—if she does not pretend to believe the line story they have send to me to-day, I'll give her up

for irumped up, throw him off his guard, and so perbaps, though, she may have met with some draw the secret out of bim.-Here he comes. accident, and has nobody to assist her.—No, How hard it is to dissemble one's anger! Oh, she is certainly with that young rascal.-I I could rate him soundly! but I'll keep down wish she was dead, and I was dead.—I'll my indignation at present, though it chokes me. blow young Oakly's brains out.

Enter OAKLY.
Re-enter Tom.

o, my dear! I am very glad to see you. Sir H. Well, Tom, how is poor Snip? Pray sit down [They sit] I longed to see

Tom. A little better, sir, after his warm you. It seemed an age till I bad an oppormast: but Lady, the pointing, bitch that follo- iunity of talking over the silly affair that hapwed you all the way, is deadly foot-sore. pened this morning.

[Mildly. Rus. Damn Snip and Lady!-have you heard Oak. Why really, my dear any thing of Harriot?

Mrs. 0. Nay, don't look so grave now. Tom. Wby, I came on purpose to let my Come-it's all over. Charles and you have master and your honour know, that John cleared up matters. I am satisfied. Osiber says as how, just such a lady as I told Oak. Indeed! I rejoice to hear it! You make bin nadam Harriot was, came here in a me happy beyond my expectation. This disfour-wheel chaise, and was fetched away soon position will ensure our felicity.. D. but lay after by a fine lady in a chariot.

aside your cruel, unjust suspicion, and we Rus. Did she come alone?

should never have the least difference. Tom. Quite alone, only a servant maid, Mrs. 0. Indeed I begin to think . I'II please your bonour.

endeavour to get the better of it.

And really Rus. And what part of the town did they sometimes it is very ridiculous. My uneasiness

this morning, for instance, ha, ha, ha! To Tom. Joba Ostler says as how they bid be so much alarmed about that idle letter, the coachman drive to Grosvenor-square. which turned out quite another thing at last Sir H. Sobo! puss– Yoics! 2)

was not I very angry with you? ba, ba, ba! Rus. She is certainly gone to that young

[Affecting a Laugh. rogae-be bas got his aunt to fetch her from Oak. Don't mention it. Let us both forget herce-or else she is with her own aunt, lady it. Your po ent cheerfulness makes amends Freelore-they both live in that part of the for every ihing. town. Nil go to his house, and in the mean Mrs. 0. I am apt to be too violent; I love wbile, sir Harry, you shall step to lady Free-you too well to be quite easy about you. love's We'll find her, I warrant you. I'll [Fondly] Well—no matter—what is become

of Charles ? 1) A berse, or other animal, which has quilted its

Oak. Poor fellow! he is on the wing, ramuser's premises, and is found upon the premises ol zeater.'is taken to the pound, which is a place for bling all over the town, in pursuit of this ibe ove pays a certain sum , for'ils release, which young lady:

Mrs. 0. Where is he gone pray? called paundage a) These are the words used in that most melodious of

Oak. First of all, I believe, to some of her il sounds, for a sporisman, the view-halloo! com- relations. pered to which, the war-whoop of a Cherokee is mere Mrs. 0. Relations! Who are they? Where peing. The game being in sight, the sudden burst

esthusiastic soho! from the mouths of twenty do they live? arty riders, infames the horses, and dogs almost Oak. There is an aunt of hers lives just in

dars, while it brings inevitable death to the poor the neighbourhood; lady Freelove. e belore them; the boros au completely drowned is the urg-Pass means hare.

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Freelove's, is he?--and do you think he will Mrs. 0. True. hear any thing of her?

Oak. Now I was thinking, that he might, Oak. I don't know; but I hope so, with all with your leave, my dear.

Mrs. 0. VVell!
Mrs. 0. Hope! with all your soul; do you Oak. Bring her home here

Alarmed. Mrs. 0. How!
Oak. Hope so! ye-yes – wby, don't you Oak. Yes, bring her home here, my dear;-
hope so ?

[Surprised. it will make poor Charles's mind quite easy: Mrs. 0. Why-yes-[Recovering]-0, ay, and you may take her under your protection to be sure. I hope it of all things. You know, till her father comes to town. my dear, it must give me great satisfaction, Mrs. 0. Amazing! this is even beyond my as well as yourself, to see Charles well settled. expectation.

Oak. I should think so; and really I don't Oak. Why!--what! know where be can be settled so well. She Mrs. 0. Vas there ever such assurance! is a most deserving young woman, I assure you. [Rises] Take her under my protection! What!

Mrs. 0. You are well acquainted witb'her would you keep her under my nose? then?

Oak. Nay, I never conceived — I thought Oak. To be sure, my dear; after seeing you would have approved – her so often last summer, at the major's house Mrs. 0. What make me your convenient in the country, and at ber father's.

woman!—No place but my own house to serve Mrs. O. So osten!

your purposes? Oak. 0, ay-very often-Charles took care Oak. Lord, this is the strangest misappreof that-almost every day.

hension! I am quite astonished. Mrs. 0. Indeed! But

pray-a-a-a-I say Mrs. 0. Astonished! yes-confused, detected,

[Confused, betrayed, by your vain confidence of imposing Oak. What do you say, my dear? on me. Why, sure you imagine me an idiot,

Mrs. 0. I say-a-a-[Stammering] Is she a driveller. Charles, indeed! yes, Charles is handsome?

a fine excuse for you. The letter this morning, Oak. Prodigiously handsome indeed. the letter, Mr. Oakly!

Mrs. 0. Prodigiously handsome! and is she Oak. The letter! why sure thalreckoned a sensible girl?

Mrs. 0. Is sufficiently explained. You have Oak. A very sensible, modest, agreeable, made it very clear to me. Now 'I am conyoung lady as ever I knew. You would be vinced. I have no doubt of your perfidy. extremely fond of her, I am sure. You can't But I thank you for some hints you have given imagine how happy I was in her company. me, and you may be sure I shall make use Poor Charles! she soon made a conquest of of them: nor will'I rest till I have full conbim, and no wonder, she bas so many elegant viction, and overwhelm you with the strongest accomplishments such an infinite fund of proof of your baseness towards me. cheerfulness and good humour! Why, she's Oak. Nay, butthe darling of the whole country.

Mrs. O. 'Go, go! I have no doubt of your Mrs. 0. Lord! you seem quite in raptures falsehood: away!

[É.rit. about her!

Oak. Was ibere ever any thing like this? Ook. Raplures! — not at all. I was only Such unaccountable behaviour! angry I don't telling you the young, lady's character. I know why! jealous of I know not what! thought you would be glad to find that Charles Hints! – hints I have given her! – What can had made so sensible a choice, and was so she mean? likely to be happy Mrs. 0. Oh, Charles! True, as you say,

Enter Toilet, crossing the Stage. Charles will be mighty bappy.

Toilet! where are you going? Oak. Don't you think so?

Toil. To order the porter to let in no conMrs. 0. I am convinced of it. Poor Charles! pany to my lady to-day. She won't see a I am much concerned for him. He must be single soul, sir.

[E.cit. very uneasy about her. I was thinking whether Dak. What an unhappy woman! Now will we could be of any service to him in this affair. she sit all day feeding on her suspicions, till

Oak. Was you, my love? that is very good she has convinced herself of the truth of them. of you. Why, to be sure, we must endeavour to assist him. Let me see -- - How can we

Enter John, crossing the Stage. manage it? 'Gad! I have bit it. The luckiest Well, sir, what's your business? thought! and it will be of great service to John. Going to order the chariot, sir ! Charles.

my lady's going out immediately. E.cit. Mrs. O. Well, what is it? [Eagerly]-You Oak. Going out! what is all this? - Bat know I would do any thing to serve Charles, every way she makes me miserable. Wild and oblige you.

(Mildly. and ungovernable as the sea or the wind! Oak. That is so kind! Lord, my dear, if made up of storms and tempests! I can't bear you would but always consider things in this it: and one way or other I will put an end proper light, and continue this amiable temper, to it.

[Erit. we should be the happiest people, Mrs. 0. I believe so;' but what's your Enter LADY FREELove, with a Card; a Ser

Scene III.—LADY FREELOVE's House. proposal? Oak. I am sure you'll like it.-Charles, you

vant following: know, may, perhaps be so lucky as to meet Lady F. [Rending as she enters] - And with this lady

will take the liberty of waiting on her ladrship en cavalier, as he comes from the manège. yours speak a very different language. Indeed Does any body wait that brought this card? you have fine eyes, child! and they have made

Serv. Lord Trinket's servant is in the hall, line work with lord Trinket. madam.

Har. Lord Trinket!

[Contemptuously: Lady F. My compliments, and I shall be Lady F. Yes, lord Trinkel; you know it glad to see his lordship.-Where is miss Russet? as well as I do; and yet, you ill-natured

Serv. In her own chamber, madai. thing, you will not rouchsafe him a single Lady F. What is she doing?

smile. But you must give the poor soul a Sere. Writing, I believe, madam. little encouragement, prythee do.

Lady F. Oh, ridiculous!--scribbling to that Har. Indeed I can't, madam, for of all Oakly, I suppose. [-Aparl] – Let her know, mankind lord Trinket is my aversion. I should be glad of her company here. [Exit Lady F. Why so, child? He is counted a Sercani) li is a mighty troublesome thing to well-bred, sensible, young fellow, and the mansze a simple girl, that koows nothing of women all think him handsome. ibe world. Harriot, like all other girls, is Har. Yes, he is just polite enough to be foolishly fond of this young fellow of her own able to be very unmannerly, with a great choosing, her first love; that is to say, the deal of good breeding; is just handsome enough first man that is particularly civil; and the to make him most excessively vain of his perfirst air of consequence which a young lady son; and has just reflection enough to finish gives herself. Poor silly soul! – But Oakly him for a coxcomb; qualifications which are must not have her, positively. A match with all very common among these whom your lord Trinket will add to the dignity of the ladyship calls men of quality: family. I must bring her into it. But here Lady F. A satirist too! Indeed, my dear, sbe comes.

this affectation sits very awkwardly upon you.

There will be a superiority in the behaviour Enter HARRIOT.

of persons of fashion. Well, Harriot, still in the pouts! nay, pr’ythee, Har. A superiority, indecd! for his lordship my dear lille runaway girl, be more cheer- always behaves with so much insolent famitul! your everlasting melancholy puts me into liarily, that I should almost imagine he was the vapours.

soliciting me for other favours, rather than Har. Dear madam, excuse me. llow can to pass my whole life with him. I be cheerful in my present situation? I know Lady F. Innocent freedoms, child, which my father's temper so well, that I am sure every fine woman expects to be taken with this step of mine must almost distract bim. her, as an acknowledgment of her beauty. I sometimes wish that I had remained in the Har. They are freedoms which I think no country, let what would have been the con- innocent woman can allow. sequence.

Lady F. Romantic to the last degree! Lady F. Why, it is a naughty ") child, Why, you are in the country still, Harriol! that's certain; but it need not be so uneasy about papa, as you know that I wrote by

Enter a Servant. last night's post to acquaint him that his Serv. My lord Trinket, madam. [Exit. lille lost sheep was safe, and that you were Lady F.' I swear now I have a good mind ready to obey his commands in every parti to tell him all you have said. cular, except marrying that oaf, sir Harry Beagle.-Lord! Lord! what a difference there Enter Lord Trinket, in Boots, etc. as fron is between a country and a town education!

the Riding-house. Why, a London lass would have jumped out Your lordship's most obedient humble servant. of a window into a gallant's arms, and without Lord T. Your ladyship does me too much Lraking of her father, unless it were to have honour. llere I am en boltine as you seedrawn a few bills on him, been a hundred just come from the manège. mies off in nine or ten hours, or perhaps Lady F. Your lordship is always agreeable out of the kingdom in twenty-four.

in every dress. Hur. I lear I have already been too preci- Lord 7. Vastly obliging, lady Freelove. pitate. I tremble for the consequences. Miss Russet, I am your slave. "I declare it

Lady F. I swear, child, you are a down- makes me quite happy to find you together. Toste prude. Your way of talking gires me 'Pon honour, ma'am, [To Harriol] l begin Le spiren; so full of affection, and duty, and to conceive great hopes of you; and as for virtue, lis just like a funeral sermon. And you, lady Freelove, I cannot sufficiently comret, pretty soul! it can love.--Well, I wonder mend your assiduity with your fair pupil. at your taste; a sneaking, simple gentleman, She was before possessed of every grace that without a title! and when to my knowledge nature could bestow on her, and nobody is you might have a man of quality to-morrow. so well qualified as your ladysbip to give her

Har. Perhaps so. Your ladyship must ex- the bon ton. cause me, but many a man of quality would Har. Compliment and contempt all in a rake me miserable.

breath! – My lord, I am obliged to you. Bul, Lod, F. Indeed, my dear, these antediluvian waving my acknowledgments, give me leave sotoas will never do now-a-days; and at the to ask your lordship, whether nature and the same time too, those little wicked eyes of bon ton (as you call it) are so different, that

we must give up one in order to obtain the 2) The Barses speak to children in this manner, and other? this is the image used to ridicule persons who still satimae in leading-strings at a time when they are

Lord T. Totally opposite, madam. The chief aim of the bon ton is to render persons

od for it

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