Lar. Holla! you littel girl-you tell me, can you vorke? Suppose dat I vas to take pitie upon your condition, can you pay me vell derefore?

Julia. What shall I say? I must bear with this low impertinence, to induce him to give me a shelter. [TO LARRON.] I can, sir, embroider neatly, and make Jace.

Lar. Oh pardie, you be von littel busy bee!-You can make love, too. Can you not, my dear?

Julia. Insupportable!-If, sir, you consider the favour you seemed inclined to confer, as a sanction for your impertinent freedom, I must beg you to leave me to my misfortunes.

Lar. Comme vous voulez, ma fille-dere not be many dat vill take you in-You may meet vid some, if you stay here long, dat vill make you vorse offer.

Julia. That's too true!-If I get to his house, his wife will protect me from his odious familiarity-I must try to make my peace. [To LARRON.] Perhaps, sir, I have been too hasty. If you will conduct me to your house, I shall consider it as an obligation which I shall endeavour by my utmost industry to repay.

Lar. Ha, hah!-You say so?-Vell den I vill tink about it. [Aside.] She poor, she pretty, she vorke Mais elle est fiere comme une princesse-Vell, I vill have her-She be von fille dat know de vorld; it save so much trouble-She be von pauvre innocente, my glory vill be de greater. [To JULIA.] You be good girl, and I vill take you-I vill inform you vat you say to my vife as ve go along.

Julia. How one rash step has involved me in a labyrinth of difficulties-I see no end to it; yet dare not tread back the way I've gone. [To LARRON.] Very well, sir.

Lar. Vell, you hold up your head-You not be so cast down. Tenez-you carry dis bondel-you valk first-If you see un homme dat look like von officer des

custome, you run straight forward till you come to de stile, and vait dere for me.

Julia. Excuse me, sir; I cannot consent to be employed in any unfair transaction.

Lar. Vat, you not smogel for me, petite ingrate ?Must I not smogel for you? Must I not run you upon my vife? Are you not von littel piece of contrabande vous même ?-You see, my dear, you have to deal vid von bel espr-but prenez courage, I vill not be too hard vid you.-A ça—you vill do ver vell by and by. [Exeunt.

Scene III-Sir William Wingrove's House.

Enter Mr. WINGROVE.

Mr. Wingrove. How powerful is the influence of prejudice! My reason convinces me that there is no other just criterion for deciding upon the merits of men, but such as grows out of their own personal good or ill properties. If it were true, that the qualities of the parent were transmitted to the progeny, then, indeed, it might be as necessary to establish the genealogy of a man, as to ascertain the pedigree of a horse. But the properties of the mind elude the frail laws of hereditary descent, and own no sort of obedience to their authority-How is it, then, that with this distinct light before me, I cannot help falling into my father's prejudices?—I feel them to be unjust; I know them to be absurd; and yet, unjust and absurd as they are, they influence my conduct in spite of me.-I love my sister-I know her affections are engaged to Young Manly-I am satisfied he is worthy of her-yet I am adverse to the match, and conspire with my father in throwing every obstacle in the way of its completion, and in favour of whom? Of Lord Dartford, a man void of feeling, sentiment, or sincerity-uniting in him every contra

diction of depravity; cold, gay, ostentatious, and interested-But he is a man of birth-despicable distinction !

Enter O'Donnel.

O'Don. Oh, sir, sir!-my young master-the house is in an uproar, sir, sir.

Mr. Win. Well, sir, what's the matter?

O'Don. Oh! I don't know what's the matter, sir; my young lady's the matter, sir-we're all undone, sirShe's gone, sir-nobody knows where, sir.

Mr. Win. My sister gone! impossible-Degenerate Julia! Is it thus you reward the kind, the anxious zeal of your friends to place you in a situation worthy the exalted regard they entertained for you; to throw yourself away upon the mean pretensions of a ple. beian?But where is my father?-Let me fly to him with the news of this disaster.

Enter SIR WILLIAM, with Servants.

[Exit.

Sir Will. I'll not believe that she is gone.-Gone!— what my daughter eloped at midnight! Go all of you and search again—I am certain she is hid somewhere.

O'Don. Suppose your honour then was to order the canal and the fish-ponds to be sarched, for I am certain if she be hid, it must be at the bottom of one of them.

Sir Will. Be dumb, horrible brute! Would you have me think-Did I ever give her cause-Was I not ever the fondest of parents?

O'Don. Sartinly, your honour meant it all for her good. But when a young lady finds nothing to plase her in this world, she is apt sometimes to take a peep into the other to try the difference.

Sir Will. Begone! I say-find her, or I'll discharge you all for your negligence in suffering her to escape. [Exit O'DONNEL and Servants.

The conjectures of this blundering blockhead terrify me-I hope Julia has not in a fit of rash perverseness— Yet I think her piety

Re-enter MR. WINGROVE.

Well, William, any news of your sister?

Mr. Win. No, sir, no news-but of her dishonourDisgraceful girl!

Sir Will. O'Donnel alarms me exceedingly-he thinks that in a phrensy of disappointed passion she has

Mr. Win. No, my dear sir, Julia is not so weary of life-The porter tells me he found all the doors leading to the road unbarr'd this morning. Wou'd I cou'd discover whether she had a companion in her flight! —If she be not recovered speedily, the disgrace will be indelible. Lord Dartford will be here soon. What shall we say to him? Oh, shameless Julia!

Sir Will. Forbear, my son-these violent transports distress me even more than your sister's flight.-Consider that it is thro' you the pure blood of our family must descend to posterity-that thro' you the name of Wingrove must be transmitted to ages as distant and unknown as those from whence it sprung. Reflect a little, my son; bring reason to your aid, and consider how trifling and insignificant are the misfortunes of your sister, compar'd to objects so important, and so sacred as these-Be calm, then, William.

Mr. Win. I will endeavour it, sir.

Sir Will. If you were to go to Miss Herbert's, her acquaintance is so extensive, you perhaps may obtain some information of Julia there-Go, go, my son. Mr. Win. I obey you, sir.

Enter O'DONnel.

O'Don. Lord Dartford, your honour.

[Exit.

Sir Will. He has not been informed of my daughter's absence?

O'Don. No, your honour; not a syllable has been spoken to him since he entered the house.

Sir Will. Where is he now?

O'Don. In the saloon, sir, in arnest discourse with your honour's chaplain.

Sir Will. Blockhead !-I'll go to him then. [Exit. O'Don. Oh! 'tis a pretty blundering piece of business, fait.-Devil burn me, but if I didn't tink how it wou'd end. There's nothing so sure to make a young lady run away, as keeping her fast by the heels-O if I had a wife that I wanted to get rid of, fait, I wou'd keep her safe under lock and key.

[Exit.

Scene IV.-Miss Herbert's House.

Enter MISS HERBERT and MRS. RACHEL CLeveland. Miss Her. Miss Wingrove elop'd, aunt? Heaven grant it may be true! and that those to whom she has fled for refuge may be sensible of her merit-tho' I think I can guess the person.

Mrs. Rach. I have heard it supposed that young Mr. Manly had a place in her affections-If he is the protector she has made choice of, I fear the lady's character, and the young man's life, are in equal danger.

Miss Her. The adventure wears a much less formidable aspect to me, I confess, provided she escapes her father's pursuit.-Oh, how I shall enjoy the vexation of Sir William and his son, at finding all the views of their persecuting ambition thus happily disappointed!

Mrs. Rach. Nay, Harriet, now I think you do not speak with your usual sincerity-Mr. Wingrove, I am persuaded, is not indifferent to you.

Miss Her. Dear aunt, you are partly right, and partly wrong. Mr. Wingrove has, I acknowledge, touch'd my heart a little; but the contagion has not yet made its way to my head-For tho' the little god may have