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| abuse, scold, insult, or, witb stones, sticks, (Giving the Paper. or stares, assault, beat, or balter, tbe aforesaid Fanny. [Seeing Frank's Writing, runs Sir Arthur" into Old Revel's Arins, and kisses him] How Ludy Stan. May I inquire what those parchI love you!

ments are? Old Rev. Do you? [Delighted] I almost Old Rev. [Chucking her under the Chin] wish I had the paper again!

Your articles of separation, my dear! No fear Fanny. I'm the happiest young girl! of your husband's troubling you when this is Old Rev. And I'm ibe happiest old boy!

executed. Fanny. Now to show this to dear Frank! Lady Stan. I'm sick at heart. [Aside. Old Rev. Not till I give you leave, remember.

Old Rev. I'll tell the lawyer to wait on you Fanny. Oh, you dear man!

at bome. [Extending her Arms. Lady Stan. [Hanging her head] Sir, I-I Old Rev. Prudence! not to be again ventur- |-have no home. ed, or the consequences might be. Out of my Old Rev. True: then at Miss Raven's. sigbt, you templing, teasing, tickling

Lady Stan. [Shuddering] Don't name her. [Exit Fanny. He goes up the Stage in Old Rev. Not your friend? Ecstasy:

Lady Stan. Friend! she has caused all my Mrs. Rev. My brother!

misery; and when I flew to her with open

arms to seek the shelter of her heart and home, Enter SIR ARTHUR STANMORE. she insulted-refused to see me. Sir Arth. Constance, she is gone – lost to Old Rev. That's always the way with these me for ever!

meddling advisers; but you'll fipd my conduct Old Rev. Another couple to make happy! very different. -I've as much hammering together as the

Lady Stan. I'm sure I shall. Scotch blacksmith ?).

Old Rev. So, whenever you happen to come Sir Arth. She must have been the victim of this way, and will call in and take a lunchsome envious meddling adviser-some insi- [Lady Stanmore starts! And I'm sure, Condious serpent

stance, you'll make Lady Stanmore welcome, Old Rev. That was me.

as far as a cup of tea and a muffin goes. Sir Arth. And am I indebted to you for the Lady Stan. Insupportable humiliation! Sir, loss of my wife?

[Indignantly. I hope I feel, as'I ought, your protecting Old Rev. To be sure you are now here's courtesy, and have the bonour to wish you a gratitude! and but that I am the sweetest-good morning. tempered

Mrs. Rev. Where are you going, my dear Mrs. Rev. [To Old Revel] Come, sir, this sister? is too distressing.

Lady Stan. I know not-farewell! Old Rev. Not a bit: do him good. I have Mrs. Rev. Stay and bear me: I insist. seen Lady Stanmore : she loves you, and when Lady Stan. Excuse me

[Going I mentioned your name, she blessed you,

and Mrs. Rev. I entreat. [Lady Stanmore curta tear of repentant love fell upon this hand. seys, and remains] There is an asylum I

Sir Arth. [Eagerly taking it] What! on would propose, [beckoning to Sir Arthur, this band ? you have raised me from despair! who enters,] where the world's malice could

a precious drop! and on this band ? never reach you, where tranquil happiness

oid Rev. I beg your pardon; I just want would beam around you, and peace enshrine my band for a minute, to take a pinch of in its lovely temple. snuff: upon my hononr you shall have it again. Lady Slan. Is there such a haven for a

Mrs. Rev. Ah! Lady Stanmore's carriage! wretch like me to shelter in?
Sir Arth. Let me fly to her!

Mrs. Rev. Yes, dearest sister; its gates are Old Rev. (Holding' him] Fly to her you now open: I will lead you to your sanctuary. may; but go to her you shall not. Retire:

[Leads her towards Sir Arthur. Mrs. Rev. Dear brother! all is concerted Lady Stan. (Seeing Sir Arthur, with Arms for your bappiness ; pray retire, and watch extended, rushes to his Feet] My husband! my signal.

Sir Arth. Rise to my heart [Raising her] Sir Arth. [To Old Revel] Restore but my —'ris your bome, my Harriet! Harriet lo these arms, and I am your debtor Lady Stan. I can only offer tears. beyond what gratitude can pay! [Erit. Sir Arth. Then let mine, which spring from

Old Rev. Within there! those old parch-joy's purest fountain, change their bitterness ments — quick! [Servant brings in Parch-to balmy sweetness, to connubial joy. ments, and exit) What have we here? an Old Rev. [Throwing away parchment, old cancelled deed: it will do. “I must be and wiping his eyes). This snuff is always cruel only to be kind."

getting into my eyes! That's finished ; and now

for Ned, and then my task is done. Come, Enter Lady STANMORE.

come, time enough for raptures: to business! Lady Stan. Good morning, madam. [Bow-10 business. I shall want you all;-you, Sir ing to Mrs. Revel] My dear Sir, I have taken Arthur, must become a black-leg, and your the freedom

ladyship a blue-stocking). Hollo, Dexter! Old Rev. Ah! is it you? [Nods, pretending to read, but secretly observing Lady ij The blue stockings or blues are the femmes savantes Stanmore] “And further, that the aforesaid of England, a most formidable party in Literature at Harriet Stanmore shall not, by tumult of tongue,

the present day. They are called blues, from their

affecled negligence of dress, so far as to wear (horri•1) Marrying at Grelna Green,

ble for a lady) a blue stocking.



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take cards and 'dice to the drawing-room.! Dame. You the lover of women !-Oh no. Mind, you are to win all my estates! He that can admire the sparkling eye, yet Sir Arth. With all my heart.

smile at the tear which dims it; he thai cau Old Rev. Absolutely ruin me!

gaze on the heaving bosom, yet be insensible Sir Arth. With the greatest pleasure. to the

agony it throbs with ;-is woman's worst Old Rev. Not leave nie a Bank-note! foe, and can only expect the comtempt of the Sir Arth. Ha! ha! nor a rag to make one. virtuous, and the curses of the unfortunate.

[Ereunt. Y. Rev. Plagues! but I have deserved it. Scene Last.-A Library to Young Revel. refuse me my revenge?

Old Rev. [Without] One more throw: what YOUNG Revel seated at a Table covered with

Sir Arth. Without] Well, double or quits! Papers and accompl Books: a Pen behind

Old Rev. Without] All or pothing! his Ear.

[Dice thrown. Eleven and seven-eighteen; and eleven- Sir Arth. [Without] Huzza, 'tis mine! [a twenty-nine:-twenty pence is one and eight- Noise of broken Glass.] pence :—wo and five-pence-right:-Iwo and

Enter ButtERCUP. aught is two — certainly — [Noise of Dice What rattling noise is that? – My father and Butter. Oh my poor master—a beggar'd wife playing at sixpenny backgammon! what gamester! he has lost all his treasures, except a waste of precious time!

Y. Rev. What noise was that? Enter DexTER-he runs to a Drawer.

Butter. In desperation, he jumped through Why am I disturbed ?-What do you want? the window, and ran to the fish-pond.

Dex. Dice, sir; Mr. Revel and Sir Arthur Y. Rev. You followed ? are at deep play; your father has lost thou- Butter. No. sands. In his fury he swallowed the dice, Y. Rev. Fool! follow him! within there! fly, and wants more.

pursue! [to Dame Ryeland] in mercy assist. Old Rev. [Without] Dice! I say.

Dame. That I will. [Exeunt Dame RyeDex. They are here, sir. [Exit running. land, Buttercup, and Sereant. Y. Rev. Losing thousands !-dreadful depra- Y. Rev. Ah! but here comes bis bonourable vity! Ah! my father, what would become of plunderer!


had not such a son as I am! [Enter Jonathan] Again my studies inter- Enter SIR ARTHUR STANMORE, his Hands rupted ?

full of Banknotes, which he is pocketing. Jon. Your tenant, Dame Ryeland.

Sir Arth. Ha! Ha! What glorious sport! I'm Y. Rev. What, would you bait me with her a made man. maudlin woes? Why did not you deny me? Y. Rev. Sir, this intrusion into my room of Jon. Sir, you did not say —

business is irregular and offensive. Y. Rev. Was it necessary to say I did not Sir Arth. Indeed!—I have not left him land want io sce an old woman? Say, that abstruse enough to fill a bowpot; nor timber, to make calculations engross my mind, as you see, the old boy a crutch. Jonathan ! [Exit Jonathan]I must begin again.

Y. Rev. To add insult to ruin is the act of

a coward. Enter DAME RYELAND.

Sir Arth. I understand, but I'm not to be Dame. [Speaking as she enters] Don't bounced out of my property. jabber your nonsense to me-I will be beard. Y. Rev. Follow me. Y. Reo. Rising] Will be heard ?

Sir Arth. No-I sha'n't fight to day! deep Dame. Your patience, șir. I beg with all play has shattered my nerves-I'm fatigued by humility to state, that lowly as my station is, ihe oppression of wealth-I really could not I have feelings and affections that are very depend on my aim: [Looking along his Findear to me, and possessing little else makes ger towards Young Revel] but to-morrow, them cling more closely round my heart. breakfast and bullets are at your service.

Y. Rev. What favour do you solicit? Y. Rev. I heard some one lamenting:

Dame. None: I would receive with grati- Sir Arth. It would be rather awkward if the lude the favours of a kind considerate land-old boy has been desperate. lord; hut from him who does me wrong, I Butier. [Without I've cut him down! I've will accept nothing but justice, and I demand- cut him down !

Y. Rev. Your language is impertinent: con- Sir Arth. Surely he could not be so vulgar sider your situation.

as to hang himself! Dame. A mother struggling for her child's happiness; and surely the cause of nature Enter Buttercup. Mrs. Revel and Lady ought to be supported by the language of

STANMORE enter, supporting OLD REVEL, truth. As you cannot have forgot insulting

his Dress disordered. They place him in my son by an unworthy blow, I trust you can

a Chair ; following them, enter DAME have no objection to making him a due apo


Butter. Oh, that ever I should live to save Y. Rev. [Scornfully] He requires it, does he ? my old master from killing himself!

Dame. No, 'tis the mother asks for peace Old Rev. Where am I? [Looking at Sir ---my son demands blow for blow. It would Arthur and Young Revel] Among, fiends! be kind to grant my request-perhaps prudent. [Looking at the Ladies] - Nomangels !

Y. Rev. Insolent and, but that I am a lo- Y. Rev. Look up, my father, see your rever of your ses.

pentant, broken-hearted son.

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fle that can admire the state smile at the tear which diris t gaze on the hearing bosom, te da to the agony it throbs with a Fire foe, and can only expect be taken

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641 Old Res. Ah, Ned, is that you? I have done Fanny. Dear sir, may I-[Showing a Pamy best to follow my dear son's example: you per, Old Revel nods, and chucks her under see what it has ended in-ruin!

the chin] Here, dear Frank! look, Dame ! Y. Rev. Be comforted, sir, all I have is yours.

[They come forward. Old Rev. All he has-[-4side] -not a guinea ! Y. Rev. Mr. Ryeland, I have wronged, ine./virtuous, and the

Y. Rev. I'll labour for you: no obstacle shall sultedA L. Rev. Plagues, but I have been deter: I'll rise every morning at ten

Frank. Enough! I perceive, sir, you are Old Rev. Rise with the lark at ten! hear sorry for what you have done; but one blow that, ye ploughmen.

demands another; 'twas this hand that


it Sir Arth. (Without Wel, desden 1. Reo. I'll part with my billiard table ! - thus ( return it ! Old Rev. Mark that, ye markers !

[Takes Young Revel's hand, and bows.

Y. Rev. Generous fellow! be my friend, my Sir Arth. [Withnul Huza,

[A Noise of several Voices without.] companion! Voise of broken Glas. ) Enter Dexter.

Dame. Excuse him there. It would be a

pity to spoil an excellent farmer by making Enter BITTER? Der. [Aside] My new master ruined! I him a shabby sort of gen:leman. No: we'll Butter. Oh my poor matti

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keep as we are; and while agriculture affords nester! be bas lost all his ime:

Old Rev. What's the matter, my dear Dexter? | health aud competence to the cultivator, and

Dex. Ugly reports have reached your cre- good subjects to the state, I trust its efforts Rer, IVhat noise was tx?

ditors: they clamously demand their money, will be justly estimated, and its children re

or your person. itter. la desperation, be juext

spected. vindow, and ran to the tisu-fist Old Reo. My person! Why, as I feel pretty

Enter DexteR. rev. You followed? comfortable here, you had better pay them.

[Rises. Der. I've cleared the house of the scounter, No.

Dex. 'Tis the best way when it happens to drels. 'po. Fool! follow him with be convenient.

[Significantly. Old Rev. What, all gone ? '[to Dame Kyeland) in e

Om Rev. Here are a few thousands. [Puil- Der. All. P. That I will. (Eseunte

ing out notes]. Will these do, Dexter? Old Rev. [With emphasis] But one. Did land, Buttercup, and I

Der. Not ruined ? Oh! about ship again! you ever see these dice before? Refund (PointAh! but here comes be

(Aside] No, Sir; I'll not pay the scoundrelsing to Frank) or go. Bob, see your friend !

à farthing! to dare to molest a noble gentle-out.-Embrace him at parting. [Apart to him]

man with their insolent demands! I'll ride the Give him a Cornish bug'). ARTHCR STAN HOLL, 4 honse of the rascals.

[Exit. Butter. I will. [E.reuni Dexter and Butter. Y. Rev. Sir, you have dropt notes to Lady Stan. Dear sir, to your correcting disHa! Ha! What glorias

enormous amount. [Picking up noles. cipline I owe my happiness.

Old Rev. Never mind, Ned, put them in Y. Rev. And I
your pocket.

Frank. And I
Y. Rev. Ab! hopes dawn! light flashes! Sir Sir Arth. And all.
Arthur, you are not the scoundrel I took you Old Rev. Then am I pedagogue of our
for. Dear father, you are not ruined ! School for Grown Children.

Old Rev. [With Emphasis] What! could
I, in one day, shamefully dissipate the product

Enter ButteRCUP.
of fifty years' honourable industry? Could I, Pupils, stand in a row! and let me hope
at my age, seriously practise the profligacy is that we shall find indulgent and encouraging
wept to behold at yours?

patrons, while our lessons inculcate that we
Y. Rev. I kiss the rod! Your discipline has should avoid-
been severe; but the cure is radical." The fa- Y. Rev. Profligacy-
ther has, inderd, at heart the son's interest. Lady Stan. Pettishness -

Old Reo, Then let the son have at heart the Frank. Intemperance-
father's principle: you are restored to afflu- Fanny. Vanity.
ence-how will you use it?

Old Rev. That we should cherish
Y. Rev. In proving myself worthy the for- Sir Arth. Honourable occupation-
giveness of such a wife!-in fully estimating Mrs. Rev. Cheerful obedience-
ihe blessing of such a father!

Dame. Inflexible integrity-
Old Rev. Then my plan has triumphed, and Butter. And a good heart.
I feel a giant refreshed.
1) Desert my parly.

1) Signifies a gond beating

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ARTHUR MURPHY was born near Elphin, in the county of Roscommon, Ireland, December 27, 1710. His father was a merchant in Dublin : and his mother, whose maiden name was French, was the daughter of Arthar French, uf Tyrune, in the county of Galway: When young, onr author was brouelit to London by his mother; whence he was sent to an anni, (Mrs.

Here he remained Plunket) then residing at Boulogne, who entered her nephew al ine College of St. Omers, in 1740 near seven years, and on his return spent two years in ile counting-louse of Mr. Hamuld, an eminent merchant in Cork. Leasing this place in consequence of u theatrical dispule, in which he had taken in' active a part, he came to town, and obiained admission into the conting-house of Ironside and Belchier, lankers. How long Mr. Murphy continued in this silmation we are not informed; but when he relinquished il, having cultivated a taste for literalure, and



conceived a disgust to trade, he commenced author. In the year 1752, he published The Gray's Inn Jonirna!, which continued until October 1754. His next attempt was on the stage, where he appeared at Covent Garden Thealre, in the character of Othello, October 18, 1754 : bui though he possessed fire, voice, genius, and an accurale conception of the parts he acted; yet he soon found that he was not likely to add to his same in a situation where excellence is very seldom to be met with. At the end of the first year he removed to Drury Lone, where he remained only until the scason closed, at the conclusion of which he renounced the theatres as an actor, and resumed biis former employment of a writer. The violence of parties at this joncture running very high, our author underlook the desence of the ua popalar side, and began a periodical rayer, fiih November 1756, called The Test, which was answered by the late Owen Huffhead, Esquire, in another, under the title of The Contesi. To preveni liis being obliged to rely solely

on the precareas state of an author, he now determined to study the law; bui, on luis firsi application to the societies of both the Temples and Gray's lon, he had the mortification to be relised al mission, on the illiberal ground of his having acted on the stage. He was, however, received as a member of linculu's Inn, and in due time called to the bar; aßer which he gradually withdraw himself from the public as a writer. At the beginning of the reign of King George III. he was employed in write against the famous Norils Brilon, and for a considerable sum pullished a weekly paper, called The Auditer; but being disgusled, as is supposed, al some improper behaviour amorig his party, he from that time gave up all attention lo politics, and devoted himself wholly to the study of his profession as a lawyer. He published an edilion of Henry Fieldings works, with a life of the author, in 1762. His translation of Tacitus, his poems, prologues, etc. are well known, and have been justly admired. His Lise of David Garrick, however, did him no credit. He was many years a commissioner of bankrupis, in which office he continued to his death, which happened at Knightsbridge, the išlha ei June 18c5.

THREE WEEKS AFTER MARRIAGE. Comedy of two acis, by Arthor Murphy, Performed at Covent Garden. 1776. This piece asfords a very striking proof of the capriciousness of public lasli, and the injustice of some public determinations. It is no other than the IV hat we must all come to, of the same author, with a new title. On its first appearance it was condemned almost without a hearing, and lay doumant for several years, until Mr. Lewis rentured to produce it again at his benefit; thea it met with universal applause, and still continues to be frequently acted and favourably received. The following anetdote is related by Mr. Ryley (in his entertaining work called The Minerant) of a country inanager, named Davies: When Mr. Ross, formerly the Edinburgh Roscius, was al Lyme, in Dorsetahire. in a very infirm state of health, being a few neral favourite among the visitors, Manager Davies applied to him, ond lie bespoke Three II'epis after Jarruan. Devies undertook the part of Sir Charles ; and Miss Stanley was quiic at home in Lady Rackel, having often played it with Mr. Dimond, of the Bath Theatre, whose business she wrote down for Davits's instruction. One thioz, which she particularly desired, was, that when they are parling after the first quarrel, and she says, “Won't you go to bed. he should reply, “No, Madam, l'il never go to bed with a woman who does not know what's trumps.' li is supposed that he had iaken particular paims to be correct; but not being at all casy in the parl, ond secing the eyes of the great actor Russ intently fixed upon him from the strge-box, when the fatal question was put, " Come, Sir Charles, woa' you go to bed ?” he replied, “No, Madam, l'il never go to bed with a woman thai trumps !The house was is 4 roar. Davies, perceiving his mistake, made it worse by lawling out, “Ladies and Gentlemen, I did not mean wy such thing; 1 meant trumps at cards-diamonds, spades, clubs—that is, 1—” and off she slage lie ran, and was with great difficully persuaded to appear again that evening.

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Dini. Attention! to be sure you did not Scene I.

fall asleep in their company; but what then?

- You should have entered into their characEnter WOODLEY and Dimity.

ters, play'd with their humours, and sacrihced Dim. Po! po!-no such thing-I tell you, to their absurdities. Mr. Woodley, you are a mere novice in these Wood. But if my temper is too frankaffairs.

Dim. Frank, indeed! yes, you bave been Wood. Nay, but listen to reason, Mrs. Di- frank enough to ruin yourself.-Have not you mity-bas not your master, Mr. Drugget, in- to do with a rich old shopkeeper, retired vited me down to his country scat, in order from business with an hundred thousand pounds to give me his daughter Nancy in marriage ; in his pocket, to enjoy the dust of the Lonand with what pretence can be now break off? don road, which he calls living in the count

Dim. What pretence !- you put a body ry-and yet you must lind fault with his siout of all patience-But go on your own way, tuation!-What if he has made a ridiculous sir; my advice is all lost upon you. gimcrack of his house and gardens, you know

Wood. You do me injustice, Mrs. Dimily his heart is set upon it; and could not you -your advice has governed my whole con- have commended' his taste? But you must duct – Have not l fixed an interest in the be too frank! – Those walks and alleys are

too regular--those evergreens should not be Dim. An interest in a fiddlestick! - you cut into such fantastic shapes. And thus you ought to have made love to the father and advise a poor old mechanic, who delights in mother-what do you think the way to get every ibing that's monstrous, to follow nature a wife, at this time of day, is by speaking -Oh, you're likely to be successful lorer! fine things to the lady you have a fancy for? Wood. But, why should I not save a fa

- That was the practice, indeed; but things ther-in-law from being a laughing-stock? are alter'd now-you niust address the old Dim. Make bim your father-in-law firstpeople, sir; and never trouble your bead And then the mother; how have you play'd about your mistress—that's the way of the your cards in that quarter?-She wants a tinworld now.

sel man of fashion for her second daughterWood. But you know, my dear Dimity," Don't you see," says she, “how happy my the old couple have received every mark of eldest girl is made by marrying sir Charles attention from me.

Racket? She has been married three entire

young lady's heart?

weeks, and not so much as one angry word Dim. And then, Mr. Lovelace, I reckonbas pass'd between them-Nancy shall have a Nan. Pshaw! I don't like him; he talks to man of quality too.

me as if he was the most miserable man in Wood. And yet I know sir Charles Racket the world, and the confident thing, looks so perfectly-well.

pleas'd with himself all the while.- I want to Dim. Yes, so do I; and I know he'll make marry for love, and not for card-playing-1 his lady wretched at last — But what then? should not he able to bear the life my sister You should have humour'd the old folks-you leads with sir Charles Racket-and I'll forfeit should have been a talking empty fop to the my new cap, if they don't quarrel soon. good old lady, and to the old gentleman an Dim. Oh! fie! no! they won't quarrel yet admirer of his taste in gardening. But you awhile.-A quarrel in three weeks after marhave lost him-he is grown fond of his beau riage, would be somewhat of the quickestLovelace, wbo is herc in the bouse with him; By-and-by we shall bear of their wbims and the coxcomb iogratiates himself by flattery, their humours-Well, but if you don't like and you're undone by frankness,

Mr. Lovelace, what say you to Mr. Woodley? Wood. And yet, Dimity, I won't despair.

Nan. I don't know what to say. Dim. And yet you have reason to despair; a million of reasons--To-morrow is fix'd for

Re-enter WOODLEY. the wedding-day; sir Charles and his lady Wood. My sweetest angel! I have heard are to be here this very night-they are en- all

, and my heart overflows with love and gag'd, indeed, at a great rout in town but gratitude. they take a bed here, notwithstanding. The Nan. Ah! but I did not know you was family is sitting up for them ; Mr. Drugget listening: You should not have betray'd me will keep you all up in the next room there, so, Dimily; I shall be angry with you. till they arrive - and to-morrow the business Dim. Well, I'll take my chance for that is over and yet you don't despair !--hush!- Run both into my roðm, and say all your hold your tongue; here comes Lovelace.- prelly things to one another there, for here Step in, and lii devise something, I warrant comes the old gentleman-make háste away. you. [Exit Woodley] The old folks shall

[Exeunt Woodley and Nuncy. not have their own way-'tis enough to vex

Enter DRUGGET. a body, to see an old father and mother mar- Drug. A forward presuming coxcomb ! rying their daughter as they please, in spite Dimity, do you step to Mrs. Drugget, and send of all I can do. So, here comes

our Nancy. her bither.

Dim. Yes, sir-It works upon him. I see. Enter Nancy.

[Aside, and exit. Nan. Well, Dimity, what's to become of me? Drug. The yew-trees ought not to be cut,

Dim. My stars! what makes you up, miss? because they'll help to keep off the dust, and -I thought you were gone to bed!

I am too near the road already - sorry, Nan. What should I go to bed for? Only ignorant fop!-When I am in so fine a sito tumble and toss, and fret and be uneasy, tuation, and can see every carriage that goes they are going to marry me, and I am fright-by..

And then to abuse the nurseryman's caed out of my wits.

rarities !-- A finer sucking pig in lavender, Dim. Why then you're the only young with sage growing in his helly, was lady within fifty miles round, that would be seen! - And yet be wants me not to have it frighten'd at such a-thing.

But have it I will. - There's a fine tree Nan. Ah! if they would let me choose for of knowledge too, with Adam and Eve in

juniper; Eve's nose not quite grown, but it's Dim. Don't you like Mr. Lovelace ? thought in the spring, it will be very forward

Non. My mamma does, but I don't; I don't |--I'll have that too, with the serpent in groundmind his being a man of fashion, not I. iry-two poets in wormwood-I'll have them

Dim. And, pray, can you do better than both. Ay, and there's a lord mayor's feast in follow the fashion?

honeysuckle, and the whole court of alderNan. Ah! I know there's a fashion for new men in bornbeam; with the dragon of Wantbonnets, and a fashion for dressing the hair-ley in box--all-all-I'll have 'em all, let my but I never heard of a fashion for the heart. wife and Mr. Lovelace say what they will.

Dim. Why then, my dear, the heart mostly follows the fashion now.

Enter MRS. DRUGGET. Nan. Does it?-pray who sets the fashion Mrs. D. Did you send for me, lovey ? of the heart?

Drug. The yew-trees shall be cut into the Dim. All the fine ladies in London, o'my giants of Guildhall, whether you will or not. conscience.

Mrs. D. Sure my own dear will do as he Nan. And what's the last new fashion, pleases. pray?

Drug. And the pond, though you praise Vim. Why, to marry any fop that has a the green banks, shall be walld round, and few, deceitful, agreeable appearances about I'll have a little fat boy in marble, spouting him; something of a pert phrase, a good ope- up water in the middle. rator for the teeth, and a tolerable tailor. Mrs. D. My sweet, who hinders Nan. And do they marry without loving? Drug. Yes, and I'll buy the nurseryman's

Dim. Ob! marrying for love has been a whole catalogue-Do you think, after retiring great while out of fashion.

to live all the way here, almost four miles Nan. Why, then I'll wait till that fashion from London, that I won't do as I please in comes up again,

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