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I'm willing to marry my cousin. So pray let's all be friends; she and I are agreed upon the matter before a witness.

Lady W. How's this, dear niece? have I any comfort? can this be true?

Mir. Let me be pitied first, and afterwards forgotten: I ask no more.

Sir W. By'r lady a very reasonable request, and will cost you nothing, aunt. Come, come, forgive and forget, aunt; why you must, an you are a Christian.

Mrs. Mill. I am content to be a sacrifice to your repose, madam; and to convince you Mir. Consider, madam, in reality, you could that I had no hand in the plot, as you were not receive much prejudice; it was an innomisinform'd, I have laid my commands on cent device, though I confess it had a face of Mirabell to come in person, and be a witness guiltiness; it was at most an artifice which that I give my hand to this flower of knight-love contrived; and errors which love produhood; and for the contract that pass'd between ces have ever been accounted venial. At least, Mirabell and me, I have obliged him to make think it is punishment enough, that I have lost a resignation of it in your ladyship's presence; what in my heart I hold most dear; that to he is without, and waits your leave for your cruel indignation I have offer'd up this beauty, and with her my peace and quiet;


Lady W. Well, I'll swear I am something nay, all my hopes of future comfort. revived at this testimony of your obedience; Sir W. An he does not move me, would I but I cannot admit that traitor-I fear I can- may never be o'the quorum.

An it were not

not fortify myself to support his appearance. as good a deed as to drink, to give her to He is as terrible to me as a Gorgon; if I see him again, I would I might never take shiphim, I fear I shall turn to stone, and petrify ping. Aunt, if you don't forgive quickly, I incessantly.

Mrs. Mill. If you disoblige him, he may resent your refusal, and insist upon the contract still. Then 'tis the last time he will be offensive to you.

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shall melt, I can tell you that. My contract went no farther than a little mouth-glue, and that's hardly dry; one doleful sigh more from my fellow-traveller, and 'tis dissolved.

Lady W. Well, nephew, upon your acLady W. Are you sure it will be the last count-ah, he has a false, insinuating tongue. time?-if I were sure of that shall I never Well, sir, I will stifle my just resentment, at see him again? my nephew's request; I will endeavour what Mrs. Mill. Sir Wilfull, you and he are to I can to forget, but on proviso that you resign travel together, are you not?

the contract with my niece immediately.

Sir V. 'Sheart, the gentleman's a civil gen- Mir. It is in writing, and with papers of tleman, aunt, let him come in; why we are concern; but I have sent my servant for it, sworn brothers and fellow-travellers. We are and will deliver it to you, with all acknowto be Pylades and Orestes, he and I; he is ledgments for your transcendent goodness. to be my interpreter in foreign parts. He has Lady W. Oh, he has witchcraft in his eyes been over-seas once already: and with proviso and tongue: when I did not see him, I could that I marry my cousin, will cross 'em once have bribed a villain to his assassination; but again, only to bear me company. 'Sheart, I'll his appearance rakes the embers which have call him in-an I set on't once, he shall come so long lain smother'd in my breast. [Aside. in; and see who'll hinder him.

[Goes to the Door and hems. Mrs. Mar. This is precious fooling, if it would pass; but I'll know the bottom of it. Lady W. O, dear Marwood, you are not going?

Enter FAINALL and MRS. MARWOOD. Fain. Your debate of deliberation, madam, is expired. Here is the instrument, are you prepar'd to sign?

Lady W. If I were prepared, I am not empower'd. My niece exerts a lawful claim, ba[Exit. ving match'd herself by my direction to sir Wilfull.

Mrs. Mar. Not far, madam; I'll return immediately.


Fain. That sham is too gross to pass on Sir W. Look up, man, I'll stand by you! me; though 'tis imposed on you, madam. 'sbud, an she do frown, she can't kill you; Mrs. Mill. Sir, I have given my consent. besides, harkee, she dare not frown desperate- Mir. And, sir, I have resign'd my pretensions. ly, because her face is none of her own; Sir W. And, sir, I assert my right; and 'sheart, and she should, her forehead would will maintain it in defiance of you, sir, and wrinkle like the coat of a cream-cheese; but of your instrument. 'Sheart, an you talk of mum for that, fellow-traveller. an instrument, sir, I have an old fox by my

Mir. If a deep sense of the many injuries thigh shall hack your instrument of ram velI have offer'd to so good a lady, with a sin-lum to shreds, sir. It shall not be sufficient cere remorse, and a hearty contrition, can but for a mittimus, or a tailor's measure; thereobtain the least glance of compassion, I am fore withdraw your instrument, or by'r lady too happy. Ah, madam, there was a time, I shall draw mine.

but let it be forgotten; I confess I have de- Lady W. Hold, nephew, hold. servedly forfeited the high place I once held, Mrs. Mill. Good sir Wilfull, respite your of sighing at your feet; nay, kill me not, by valour.

turning from me in disdain, I come not to Fain. Indeed! are you provided of your plead for favour; nay, not for pardon; I am guard, with your single beef-eater there? But a suppliant only for pity, I am going where I am prepared for you; and insist upon my I never shall behold you more.

first proposal. You shall submit your own

Sir W. How, fellow-traveller! you shall go estate to my management, and absolutely make by yourself then. lover my wife's to my sole use; as pursuan

to the purport and tenor of this other cove-no longer; you, thing, that was a wife, shall nant. I suppose, madam, your consent is not smart for this.

requisite in this case; nor Mr. Mirabell, your Mrs. F. I despise you, and defy your maresignation; nor, sir Wilfull, your right; you lice; you have aspersed me wrongfully; I have may draw your fox if you please, sir, and proved your falsehood; go you and your make a bear-garden flourish somewhere else; treacherous-I will not name it, but starve for here it will not avail. This, my lady Wish- together, perish.

fort, must be subscribed, or your darling Fain. Not while you are worth a groat, daughter's turn'd adrift, to sink or swim, as indeed, my dear; madam, I'll be fool'd no she and the current of this lewd town can longer.


Your leave for the

Lady W. Ah, Mr. Mirabell, this is small Lady W. Is there no means, n remedy, comfort, the detection of this affair. to stop my ruin? Ungrateful wretch! Dost Mir. O, in good time. thou not owe thy being, thy subsistence to my daughter's fortune?

Fain. I'll answer you when I have the rest of it in my possession.

Mir. But that you would not accept of a remedy from my hands-I own I have not deserved you should owe any obligation to me; or else perhaps I could advise.

Lady W. O, what? what? to save me and my child from ruin, from want, I'll forgive all that's past; nay, I'll consent to any thing to come, to be deliver'd from this tyranny.

Mir. Ay, madam; but that is too late, my reward is intercepted. You have disposed of her, who only could have made me a compensation for all my services; but be it as it may, I am resolved I'll serve` you; you shall not he wrong'd in this savage manner.

Lady W. How! dear Mr. Mirabell, can you be so generous at last! but it is not possible. Harkee, I'll break my nephew's match; you shall have my niece yet, and all her fortune, if you can but save me from this imminent danger.

Mir. Will you? I take you at your word. I ask no more. I must have leave for two criminals to appear.

Lady W. Ay, ay, any bod
Mir. Foible is one, and a penitent.



other offender and penitent to appear, madam.

Enter WAITWELL, with a Box of Writings. Lady W. O sir Rowland-Well, rascal. Wait. What your ladyship pleases. I have brought the black box at last, madam. Mir. Give it me, madam; you remember your promise.

Lady W. Ay, dear sir.

Mir. Where are the gentlemen?

Wait. At hand, sir, rubbing their eyes--just risen from sleep.

Fain. 'Sdeath! what's this to me? I'll not wait your private concerns.

Enter PETULANT and WITWOULD. Pet. How now? what's the matter? whose hand's out?

Wit. Hey-day! what, are you all together, like players at the end of the last act?

Mir. You may remember gentlemen, I once requested your hands as witnesses to a certain parchment.

Wit. Ay, I do, my hand I remember-Petulant set his mark.

Mir. You wrong him, his name is fairly written, as shall appear. You do not remember, gentlemen, any thing of what that parchment contained. [Undoing the Box.

Wit. No.

Pet. Not I. I writ, I read nothing. Mir. Very well, now you shall know. Madam, your promise.

Mrs. Mar. O, my shame! [Mirabell and Lady Wishfort go to Mrs. Fainall and Lady W. Ay, ay, sir, upon my honour. Foible] these corrupt things are brought hi- Mir. Mr. Fainall, it is now time that you ther to expose me. [To Fainall. should know, that your lady, while she was Fain. If it must all come out, why let 'em at her own disposal, and before you had by know it, 'tis but the Way of the World. That your insinuations wheedled her out of a preshall not urge me to relinquish or abate one tended settlement of the greatest part of her tittle of my terms; no, I will insist the more. fortuneFoi. Yes indeed, madam, I'll take my Bible

oath of it.

Fain. Sir! pretended!

Mir. Yes, sir, I say, that this lady, while a Min. And so will I, mem. widow, having it seems received some cautiLady W. O Marwood, Marwood, art thou ons respecting your inconstancy and tyranny false! My friend deceive me! hast thou been of temper, which, from her own partial opia wicked accomplice with that profligate man? nion and fondness of you, she could never Mrs. Mar. Have you so much ingratitude have suspected-she did, I say, by the wholeand injustice, to give credit against your friend, some advice of friends, and of sages learned to the aspersions of two such mercenary trulls? in the laws of this land, deliver this same


Min. Mercenary, mem! I scorn your words. her act and deed to me in trust, and to the Tis true we found you and Mr. Fainall in uses within mentioned. You may read if you the blue garret; by the same token, you swore please, [Holding out the Parchment] though us to secrecy upon Messalina's poems. Mer- perhaps what is written on the back may serve cenary! no, if we would have been mercenary, your occasions.

we should have held our tongues; you would Fain. Very likely, sir. What's here? Damhave bribed us sufficiently. nation! [Reads] A deed of conveyance of Fain. Go, you are an insignificant thing, the whole estate real of Arabella Languish, Well, what are you the better for this? Is widow, in trust to Edward Mirabell. -Conthis Mr. Mirabell's expedient? I'll be put off fusion!

Mir. Even so, sir; 'tis The Way of the matter; I'm in a maze yet, like a dog in a World, sir; of the widows of the world. I dancing-school.

suppose this deed may bear an elder date Lady W. Well, sir, take her, and with her than what you have obtained from your lady. all the joy I can give you.

Fain. Perfidious fiend! then thus I'll be re- Mrs. Mill. Why does not the man take me? veng'd. [Offers to run at Mrs. Fainall. Would you have me give myself to you over Sir W. Hold, sir; now you may make your again? beargarden flourish somewhere else, sir.

Mir. Ay, and over and over again. [Kisses Fain. Mirabell, you shall hear of this, sir; her Hand] I would have you as often as posbe sure you shall. Let me pass, oaf. [Exit. sibly I can. Well, heaven grant I love you Mrs. F, Madam, you seem to stifle your not too all, that's all my fear. resentment; you had better give it vent.

Sir tri Sheart, you'll have time enough to Mrs. Mar. Yes, it shall have vent, and to toy af... you're married; or if you will toy your confusion, or IT perish in the attempt. now, lets have a dance in the mean time; [Exit. that we who are not lovers may have some Lady W. O daughter, daughter, 'tis plain other employment, besides looking on. thou hast inherited thy mother's prudence. Mir. With all my heart, dear sir Wilful. Mrs. F. Thank Mr. Mirabell, a cautious What shall we do for music? friend, to whose advice all is owing. Foi. O, sir, some that were provided for Lady W. Well, Mr. Mirabell, you have sir Rowland's entertainment are yet within kept your promise, and I must perform mine, call.

A Dance. First, I pardon, for your sake, sir, Rowland Lady W. As I am a person, can hold there and Foible. The next thing is to break out no longer; I have wasted my spirits so the matter to my nephew; and how to do to-day already, that I am ready to sink under the fatigue: and I cannot but have some fears upon me yet, that my son Fainall will pursue some desperate course.


Mir. For that, madam, give yourself no trouble; let me have your consent; sir Wilful is my friend; he has had compassion upon Mir. Madam, disquiet not yourself on that lovers, and generously engaged a volunteer in account; to my knowledge his circumstances this action for our service; and now designs are such, he must of force comply, For my to prosecute his travels. part, I will contribute all that in me lies to Sir W. 'Sheart, aunt, I have no mind to a re-union: in the mean time, madam, [To marry. My cousin's a fine lady, and the gen- Mrs. Fainall] let me before these witnesses tleman loves her, and she loves him, and they restore to you this deed of trust; it may be deserve one another; my resolution is to see a means, well managed, to make you live eaforeign parts; I have set on't, and when I'm sily together.. set on't, I must do't. And if these two gentlemen would travel too, I think they may be spared,

Pet. For my part, I say little; I think things are best; off or on.

Wait. l'gad, I understand nothing of the

From hence let those be warn'd, who mean

to wed,

Lest mutual falsehood stain the bridal-bed:
For each deceiver to his cost may find,
That marriage frauds too oft are paid in kind


RICHARD CUMEERLAND, son of Dr. Denison Cumberland, late Bishop of Kilmore, in Ireland, by Joanna, youngest daughter of the celebrated Dr. Bentley (a lady on whom the well-known pastoral of Phebe, by Dr. Byrom, printed in The Spectator, Nr. 603, was written), and great-grandson of Dr. Richard Cumberland, Bishop of Peterborough, was born February 19, 1752, in the master's lodge of Trinity College, Cambridge, under the 100f of his grandfather Bentley, in what is called the Judge's Chamber, When turned of six years of age, he was sent to the school of bury St. Edmund's, whence he was in due time transplanted to Wes minster. At the age of fourteen Mr. C. was admitted to Trinity College, Cambridge, whence, after a long and assiduous course of study, he launched into the great world, and became a private confidential secretary to Lorp Halifax, then at the head of the Board of Trade; which situation he held with great credit to himzeli, till his Lordship went out of office. Soon after this, he obtained the lay fellowship of Trinity College, vacant by the death of Mr. Titley, the Danish Envoy. This fellowship, however, he did bet hold long; for, on obtaining, through the patronage of Lord Halifax, a small establishment as crown agent for the province of Nova Scotia, he married Elisabeth, only daughter of George Ridge, Esq. of Kilmiston, in Hampshire, in whose family he had long been intimate. When Lord Halifax returned to administration, and was appointed Lord Lientenant of Ireland, Mr. C. went with him to that country, as under-secretary; his father, as one of his chaplains, and his brother in law, Capt. William Ridge, as one of his aides-de-camp Before Lord Halifax quitted Ireland to become Secretary of State, Mr. Cumberland's father had been made Bishop of Clonfert, and Mr. Cumberland himself, who had declined a baronetcy which had been offered him by his patron, came to England with his Lordship, and was appoint ed, we believe, to the situation of assistant secretary to the Board of Trade About the end of the year 1771, the Bishop of Clonfert was translated to Kilmore, which see, however, he held not long, being translated by death to a better world, to which he was followed by his lady in June 1775. The accession of Lord George Germaine to the seals, for the colonial department promoted Mr. Cumberland from a subaltern at the Board of Trade to the post of secretary. In the year 1780 he was sent on a secret and confidential mission to the court of Spain; and it is reported, that his en.bassy would have been successful, but for the riots in London, and the capture of our East-and West-India #ecta, which inspired the Spaniards with more confidence than they had before possessed. In this mission Mr. Cumberland necessarily incurved great expenses; and he was cruelly neglected by the ministers after the conclusion of his negotiation. It was, however, during his residence in that country that he collected the Anccdotes of eminent Ruinters in Spain, which he afterwards published. By the provisions of Mr. Burke's well-known bill, the Board of Trade was anuih


lated, and Mr. Cumberland was set adrift with a compensation of scarcely a moiety in value of what he had been deprived of. He now retired, with his family, to Tunbridge Wells, where he has continued, we believe, over since to reside, universally respected. That a man of such learning, of such versatility of literary talent, such unquestionable genius, and such sound morality, should, in the vale of years," feel the want of what he has lost by his exertions for the public good, must, to every feeling mind, be a subject of keen regret,; yet the fact seems to be placed beyond doubt by the following annunciation of his intention, in 1809, to publish a to volume of his dramas: "To the Public was my purpose to have reserved these MSS. for the eventual use and advantage of a beloved daughter after my decease; but the circumstances of my story, which are before the public, and to which I can appeal without a blush, make it needless for me to state why I am not able to fulfil that purpose: I therefore now, with full reliance on the candour and protection of my countrymen at large, solicit their subscription to these unpublished dramas; conscious as I am, that neither in this instance, nor in any other through the course of my long-continued labours, have I wilfully directed the humble talents, with which God has endowed me, otherwise than to his service, and the genuine interests (so far as I understood them) of benevolence and virtue, Richard Cumberland."


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the weams of you all together, say I, for a SCENE I. A Hall in LORD ABBERVILLE's pack of locusts; a cow in a clover-field has House, with a Staircase seen through an more moderation than the best among you; Arch. Several Domestics waiting in rich had my lord Abberville the wealth of GlasLiveries. Flourish of French Horns. gow, you'd swallow it all down before you gee'd 1) over.

Enter COLIN) hastily.

La Jeu. Ah, barbare! Here come my lord. [Exit.


Colin. Hoor!2) fellows, haud) your honds:) pack up your damn'd clarinets, and gang your gait 5) for a pair of lubberly min- Lord A. Colin, see that covers are laid for strels as you are. An) you could "hondle four-and-twenty, and supper served at twelve the bagpipe instead, I would na' say you nay: in the great eating-parlour.

ah! 'tis an auncient instrument of great me- Colin. Ecod, my lord, had you ken'd 2) the lody, and has whastled 7) many a brau ) braw mess of cakes and sweeties) that was honded lad to his grave; but your holiday horns there up amongst 'em just now, you would na' are fit only to play to a drunken city barge think there could be muckle *) need of supper on a swan-hopping) party up the Thames. this night.


Lord A. What, fellow, would starve my guests?


have me

La Jeu. Fidon, monsieur Colin, for why Colin. Troth, an you don't, they'll go nigh you have send away the horns? It is very to starve you. much the ton in this country for the fine gen- Lord A. Let me hear no more of this, Cotlemens to have the horns: upon my vord, my lin Macleod; I took you for my servant, not lord this day give grand entertainment to very for my adviser.

to the tea-room.


grand company; tous les macaroni below Colin. Right, my lord, you did; but if by stairs, et toute la coterie above. Hark, who advising I can serve you, where's the breach vait dere? My lord ring his bell. - Voila, of duty in that? monsieur Colin, dere is all the company going Lord A. What a Highland savage it is!My father indeed made use of him to pay the Colin. [Looking out] Now the de'il burst servants' wages, and post the tradesmen's accounts; as I never do either, I wish somebody 1) Colin pourtrays the character of a Scotchman, in his else had him that does. station, most admirably, who is so addicted to praise his own country, that, as he says himself "a true North Briton would give up his virtue before (he would give up) his country, at any time,"

Enter MORTIMER, repeating to himse.f. Mart. Is this a dinner, this a genial room? This is a temple and a hecatomb. Lord A. What, quoting, Mortimer, and sa9) It is customary, in the summer, for the Lord Mayor tire too?-I thought you need not go abroad

2) Scotch exclamation for, out, begone 3) Hold.
4) Hands, 5) Go away. 6) If, 7) Whistled, 8) Brave,

and Aldermen of London to sail in a barge up the

Thames towards Richmond, to catch the young swans, for that.

and mark them, as the property of the city; it is fe- Mort. True; therefore, I'm returning home. lony to steal those that are thus marked. The word-Good night to you. hop in this sense comes from the Norman word hap

per, to catch.

1) Gave.

2) Known.

3) Sweetmeals. 4) Much.

Lord A. What, on the wing so soon! With teeth, Mr. Mortimer. What is the surlypoots so much company, can my philosopher want prabbling about? Cot give her 1) coot luck; food to feast his spleen upon? will the man never leave off his flings, and

Mort. Food! I revolt against the name; no his fleers, and his fegaries; packpiting his petBranin could abominate your fleshly meal ters?-Coot, my lord, let me call him back, more than I do; why, Hirtius and Apicius and have a little tisputes and tisputations with would have blush'd for it: Mark Antony, who him, dy'e see. roasted eight whole boars for supper, never Lord 4. Hang him, tedious rogue, let him go. massacred more at a meal than you have done. Lord A. A truce, good cynic: pr'ythee now get thee up stairs, and take my place; the ladies will be glad of you at cards.

Mort. Me at cards! Me at a quadrille-table! Pent in with fuzzing dowagers, gossiping old maids, and yellow admirals; 'sdeath, my lord Abberville, you must excuse me.

Lord A. Out on thee, unconformable being; thou art a traitor to society.

Mort. Do you call that society?

Lord A. Yes; but not my society; none such as you describe will be found here; my circle, Mr. Mortimer, is form'd by people of the first fashion and spirit in this country. Mort. Fashion and spirit! Yes, their country's like to suffer by their fashion more than 'twill ever profit by their spirit.

Lord A. Come, come, your temper is too sour. Mort. And your's too sweet: a mawkish lump of manna; sugar in the mouth, but physic to the bowels.

Lord A. Mr. Mortimer, you was my father's executor; I did not know your office extended any further.

Mort. No; when I gave a clear estate into your hands, I clear'd myself of an unwelcome office: I was, indeed, your father's executor; the gentlemen of fashion and spirit will be your lordship's.

Lord A. Pooh! You've been black-ball'd1) at some paltry port-drinking club; and set up for a man of wit and ridicule.

Dr. D. Tedious! ay, in coot truth is he, as tedious as a Lapland winter, and as melancholy too; his crotchets and bis humours damp all mirth and merriment, as a wet blanket does a fire: he is the very night-mare of society, Lord A. Nay, he talks well sometimes. Dr. D. Ay, 'tis pig sound and little wit; like a loud pell to a pad dinner.

Lord A. Patience, good doctor, patience! Another time you shall have your revenge; at present you must lay down your wrath, and take up your attention.

Dr. D. I've done, my lord, I've done: laugh at my putterflies indeed! If he was a pig and as pold as king Gryffyn, doctor Druid would make free to whisper an oord 2) or two in his_ear.

Lord A. Peace, choleric king of the mountains, peace.

Dr. D. I've done, my lord; I say, I've done. Lord A. If you have done, let me begin. You must know then, I expect my city madam from Fishstreet-hill.

Dr. D. Ay, ay, the rich pig-pellied fellow's daughter, young madam Pridgemore, my lady Apperville, that is to be, pless her, and save her, and make her a coot wife, say I.

Lord A. Pr'ythee good doctor, don't put a man in mind of his misfortunes: I tell you, she is coming here by appointment, with old Bridgemore and her mother; 'tis an execrable group; and, as I mean to make all things as easy to me as I can, I'm going out to avoid being troubled with their impertinence.

Dr. D. Going out, my lord, with your house full of company?

Mort, Not I, believe me: your companions are too dull to laugh at, and too vicious to expose.-There stands a sample of your choice. Lord A. Who, doctor Druid? Where's the Lord A. Oh, that's no objection; none in barm in him? the least; fashion reconciles all those scruples: Mort. Where is the merit?-What one to consult your own ease in all things is the quality does that old piece of pedantry pos- very first article in the recipe for good breedsess to fit him for the liberal office of travel-ing: when every man looks after himself, no ling-preceptor to a man of rank? You know, one can complain of neglect; but, as these my ford, I recommended you a friend as fit maxims may not be orthodox on the eastern to form your manners as your morals; but he side of Temple-bar, you must stand gentlewas a restraint; and, in his stead, you took man-usher in this spot; put your best face that Welshman, that buffoon, that antiquarian, upon the matter, and marshal my citizens into forsooth, who looks as if you had rak'd him the assembly-roon, with as much ceremony out of the cinders of Mount Vesuvius. as if they came up with an addresss from the Lord A. And so I did: but pr'ythee, Mor-whole company of cordwainers. 3) timer, don't run away; I long to have you


Mort. You must excuse me.

Lord A. Nay, I must have you better friends. -Come hither, doctor; hark'e

Dr. D. Out on it, you've some tevilish oomans in the wind; for when the tice are rattling above, there's nothing but teath, or the tevil, could keep you below.

Lord A. You've guest it; such a divine, deMort. Another time at present, I am in no licious, little devil, lurks in my heart; Glenhumour to stay the discussion of a cockle-dower himself could not exorcise her: I am shell, or the dissection of a butterfly's wing.


possess'd; and from the hour I saw her by [Exit. surprise, I have been plotting methods how to meet her; a lucky opening offers; the mine

Dr. D. Putterflies!2) Putterflies in your 1) Alluding to the electing or refusing a member in any society by means of white and black balls.

2) The welsh manner of speaking English will be easily understood, if we bear in mind that they always changel

the hard and soft letters in their pronunciation of words; thus they say Putterflies, for Butterflies, elt. 1) The word her is used by the Welsh for all the pronouns, in all the persons, and all the cases. s) Word. 3) The company of Shoemakers (Cordubanarius), one of the most important in the city,

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