likely to conduce to your improvement, I concurred with your mother's desire to keep it secret; but since I find she turns it to a wrong use, I must now declare, you have been of age these three months.

Tony. Of age! Am I of age, father?

Hard. Above three months.

Tony. Then you'll see the first use I'll make of my liberty. [Taking Miss Neville's hand.] Witness all men by these presents, that I, Anthony Lumpkin, Esquire, of Blank-place, refuse you, Constantia Neville, spinster, of no place at all, for my true and lawful wife. So Constantia Neville may marry whom she pleases, and Tony Lumpkin is his own man again.

Sir C. Oh, brave Squire !
Hast. My worthy friend!

Mrs. H. My dutiful offspring!

Mar. Joy, my dear George, I give you joy sincerely. And could I prevail upon my little tyrant here to be less arbitrary I should be the happiest man alive, if you would return me the favor.

Hast. [To Miss Hardcastle.] Come, madam, you are now driven to the very last scene of all your contrivances. I know you like him, I'm sure he loves you, and you must and shall have him.

Hard. [Joining their hands.] And I say so too. Ana, Mr. Marlow, if she makes as good a wife as she has a daughter, I don't believe you'll ever repent your bargain. So, boy, take her; and as you have been mistaken in the mistress, my wish is, that you may never be mistaken in the wife.

THE END.

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REMARKS.

IT seldom happens, that an author who has relinquished a character, and turned it over to the tide of popular opinion, can take it up again, and present it successfully in another phase. Even Shakspeare failed to do this with Falstaff; what he had done once so well, when he tried to do again, even in his own prolific brain, he found no match-for himself, Shakspeare compared with Shakspeare, failed.-Yet Mr. Coyne has revived successfully, our old friends, Box and Cox, and by introducing us to their wives, Mrs. Box and Mrs. Cox, has rendered them as entertaining, if not more so, than ever. A better thought never entered an author's brain, than producing the stuffed figure of the Lady's Poodle lap dog, as the representative of her dear little Charley, whose existence had inspired the mind of her husband with all the horrors which the green-eyed monster conjures up on such occasions. The glove and

the muffin, also, are perfectly in keeping with the character of the man. Mr. and Mrs. Box, and Mr. and Mrs. Cox Married and Settled, may issue their cards of invitation to all their friends, the more numerous the more welcome, and the married couples will be sure to meet congratulations upon the happy events which give so much pleasure to all.

F. C. W.