Sir Anth. Gad! sir, I like your spirit; and night we single lads will drink a health to the ye couples, and a husband to Mrs. Malaprop. Faulk. Our partners are stolen from us, Jac hope, to be congratulated by each other-your. having checked in time the errors of an ill dire imagination, which might have betrayed an innoc heart; and mine, for having, by her gentleness a candour, reformed the unhappy temper of one, w' by it made wretched whom he loved most, and tured the heart he ought to have adored. Capt. Abs. Well, Jack, we have both tasted the bit ters, as well as the sweets, of love-with this diffe ence only, that you always prepared the bitter c for yourself, while I Lydia. Was always obliged to me for it, hey! Modesty!-But come, no more of that our ha piness is now as unalloyed as general. Julia. Then let us study to preserve it so: while hope pictures to us a flattering scene of ha ness, let us deny its pencil those colours, which too bright to be lasting.-When hearts diffusing hap ness would unite their fortunes, virtue would crow them with an unfading garland of modest, hurtles flowers; but ill judging passion will force the gau dier rose into the wreath, whose thorn offends most, when its leaves are dropt! THE END. |