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they are, the family of the Surfaces, up to the conquest.
Sir O. And, in my opinion, a goodly collection.
Chai les S. Ay, ay, these are done in the true spirit of portrait-painting ;
-no volontier grace or expresa, sion. Not like the works of your modern Raphaels, who give you the strongest resemblance, yet contrive to make your portrait independent of you ; so that you may sink the original, and not hurt the picture. No, no; the merit of these is the inveterate likeness—all stiff and awkward as the originals, and like nothing in human nature besides.
Sir O. Ah! we shall never see such figures of mer again.
Charles S. I hope not.—Well, you see, Master Premium, what a domestic character I am: here I sit of an evening surrounded by my family:-—But, come, get to your pulpit, Mr. Auctioneer; here's an old gouty chair of my grandfather's will answer the purpose.
Care. Ay, ay, this will do.--But, Charles, I havin't a hammer; and what's an auctioneer without his hammer?
Charles S. Egad, that's true. [Taking pedigree down.] What parchment have we here?-0, our genealogy in full. Here, Careless, -you shall have no common bit of mahogany; here's the family tree for you, you rogue,—this shall be your hammer, and now you may knock down my ancestors with their own pedigree.
Sir O. What an unnatural rogue! an ex post facto parricide.
[ A side. Care. Yes, yes, here's a list of our generation indeed; faith, Charles, this is the most convenient thing you could have found for the business, for, 'twill not only serve as a hammer, but a catalogue into the bargain.Come, begin—A-going, a-going, a-going !
Charles S. Bravo, Careless !-Well, here's my great uncle, Sir Richard Raveline, a marvellous good general in his day, I assure you. He served in all the Duke of Marlborough's wars, and got that cut over his eye at the battle of Malplaquet. - What say you, Mr.Premium?
- look at him-there's a hero, not cut out of his feather, as your modern clipt captains are, but enveloped in wig and regimentals, as a general should be.-What do you bid?
Šir 0. [Aside to Moses.] Bid him speak.
Charles S. Why, then, he shall have him for ten pounds, and I'm sure that's not dear for a staff officer.
Sir O. Heaven deliver me! his famous uncle Riehard for ten pounds! [ Aside.)-Very well, sir, I take him at that.
Charles S. Careless, knock down my uncle Richard. -Here, now, is a maiden sister of his, my great Aunt Deborah, done by Kneller in his best manner, and esteemed a very formidable likeness. There she is, you see, a shepherdess feeding her flock.-Yon shall have her for five pounds ten-the sheep are worth the money.
Sir O. Ah! poor Deborah! a woman who set such a value on herself. [Aside.] Five pounds ten-she's mine.
Charles S. Knock down my aunt Deborah, Careless !--This, now, is a grand-father of my mother's, a learned Judge, well known on the western circuit.What do you rate him at, Moses ?
Moses. Four guineas.
Charles S. Four guineas !--Gad's life, you don't bid me the price of his wig.-Mr. Premium, you have more respect for the woolsack; do let us knock his lordship down at fifteen.
Sir O. By all means.
Charles S. And there are two brothers of his, William and Walter Blunt, Esquires, both members of parliament, and noted speak'rs; and what's very extraordinary, I believe, this is the first time they were ever bought or sold.
Sir O. That is very extraordinary, indeed! I'll take them at your own price, for the honour of parliament.
Care. Well said, little Premium !—I'll knock them down at forty.
Charles S. Here's a jolly fellow—I don't know what relation, but he was mayor of Norwich : take him at eight pounds.
Sir O. No, no : six will do for the mayor.
Charles S. Come, make it guineas, and I throw out the two aldermen there into the bargain.
Sir O. They're mine.
Charles S. Careless, knock down the mayor and aldermen.-But, plague on't, whe shall be all day retailing in this manner; do let us deal wholesale : what say you, little Premium ? Give me three hundred pounds, and take all the remains on each side in a lump.
Care. Ay, ay, that will be the best way.
Sir O. Well, well, any thing to accommodate you; -they are mine. But there is one portrait which you always passed over.
Care. What, that ill-looking little fellow over the settee?
Sir O. Yes, sir, I mean that, though I don't think him so ill-looking a little fellow, by any means.
Charles S. What, that?-Oh! that's my uncle Oli ver ; 'twas done before he went to India.
Care. Your uncle Oliver!-Gad, then you'll never be friends, Charles. That, now, to me, is as stern a looking rogue as ever I saw ; an unforgiving eye, and a damned disinheriting countenance ! an inveterate knave depend on't. Don't you think so, little Premium?
Sir O. Upon my soul, sir, I do not; I think it as honest a looking face as any in the room, dead or alive; - but I suppose uncle Oliver goes with the rest of the lumber?
Charles S. No, hang it; l’ll not part with poor Nolla The old fellow has been very good to me, and, egad, I'll keep his picture while I've a room to put it in.
Sir O. The rogue's my nephew afterall![ A side.]But, sir, I have somehow taken a fancy to that picture.
Charles S. I'm sorry for't, for you certainly shall not have it. --Oons, haven't you enough of them?
Sir O. I forgive him every thing! [Aside.]—But, sir, when I take a whim in my head I don't value money. I give you as much for that as for all the rest,
Charles S. Don't tease me, master broker; I tell you rll not part with it, and there's an end of it.
Sir O. How like his father the dog is! (A side.]Well, well, I have done.--I did not perceive it before, but I think I never saw such a resemblance-[A side.]
Here is a draught for your sum.
Sir O. Then nevermind the difference, we'll balance that another time—but give me your hand on the bargain ; you are an honest fellow, Charles-I beg pardon, sir, for being so free.-Come, Moses.
Charles S. Egad, this is a whimsical old fellow ! But hark’ee, Premium, you'll prepare lodgings for these gentlemen ?
Sir O. Yes, yes, I'll send for them in a day or two.
Charles S. But hold; do now send a genteel conveyance for them, for I assure you, they were most of them used to ride in their own carriages.
Sir O. I will, I will--for all but Oliver.
Sir O. A dear extravagantrogue! [ A side.]-Goodđay !-Come, Moses.—Let me hear now who dares call him profligate.
[Exeunt Sir Oliver Surface and Moses. Care. Why, this is the oddest genius of the sort I ever met with.
Charles S. Egad, he's the prince of brokers, I think. I wonder how the devil Moses got acquainted with so honest a fellow. But hark! here's Rowley; do, Careless, say I'll join the company in a few moments.
Care. I will-don't let that old blockhead persuade you to squander any of that money on old musty debts,
or any such nonsense; for tradesmen, Charles, are the most exorbitant fellows.
Charles S. Very true, and paying them is only encouraging them. Ay, ay, never fear. [Exit Careless.] -Soh! this was an odd old fellow, indeed.—Let me see-two thirds of this—five hundred and thirty odd pounds, are mine by right. 'Fore Heaven! I find one's ancestors are more valuable relations than I took them for!--Ladies and gentlemen, your most obedient and very grateful servant.
Enter RowLEY. Hah! old Rowley! egad, you are just come in time to take leave of your old acquaintance.
Row Yes, I heard they were a-going. But I wonder you can have such spirits under so many
distresses. Charles S. Why, there's the point! my distresses are so many, that I can't afford to part with my spirits; but I shall be rich and splenetic, all in good time. However, I suppose you are surprised that I am not more sorrowful at parting with so many near relations; to be sure, 'tis very affecting: but you see they never move a muscle, so why should I?
Row. There's no making you serious a moment.
Charles S. Yes, faith, I am so now. Here, my honest Rowley, here, get me this changed directly, and take a hundred pounds of it immediately to old Stanley.
Row. A hundred pounds! Consider only
Charles S. Gad's life, don't talk about it: poor Stanley's wants are pressing, and if you don't make haste, we shall have some one call that has a better right to the
Row. Ah! there's the point! I never will cease dunning you with the old proverb
Charles S. ‘Be just before you're generous.'—Why, so I would if I could; but Justice is an old hobbling beldame, and I can't get her to keep pace with Generosity for the soul of me.
Row. Yet, Charles, believe me, one hour's reflection