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kave nish your dressing-room with flowers in win- me be out of the fashion? ter as would suffice to turn the Pantheon in- Sir Peter T. The fashion, indeed! wha: bad to a green-house, and give a fête champêtre you to do with the fashion before you marat Christmas.

ried me? Lady T. And am I to blame, Sir Peter, be- Lady T. For my part, I should think

you cause flowers are dear in cold weather ? You would like to have your wife thought a woshould find_fault with the climate, and not man of taste. with me.

For my part, I'm sure, I wish it Sir Peter T. Ay there again – taste was spring all the year round, and that roses Zounds! madam, you had no taste when you grew under our feet !

married me! Sir Peter T. Oons! madam — if you had Lady T. That's very true indeed, Sir Pebeen born to this, I shouldn't wonder at your ter; and after having married you, I should talking thus; but you forget what your situa- never pretend to taste again, I allow. But tion was when I married you.

now, Sir Peter, if we have finished our daily Lady T. No, no, I don'; 'twas a very dis- jangle, I presume I may go to my engageagreeable one, or I should never have mar-ment at Lady Sneerwell's.

Sir Peter T. Ay, there's another precious Sir Peter T. Yes, yes, madam, you were circumstance-a charming set of acquaintance then in somewhat a' humbler style: the you bave made there. daughter of a plain country squire. Recollect, Lady T. Nay, Sir Peter, they are all people Lady Teazle, when I saw you first sitting at of rank and fortune, and remarkably tenaciyour tambour, in a pretty figured linen gown, ous of reputation. with a bunch of keys at your side ; your bair Sir Peter T. Yes, egad, they are tenacious combed smooth over a roll, and your aparı- of reputation with a vengeance; for they don't ment hung round with fruits in worsted', of choose any body should have a characier but your own working

themselves! Such a crew! Ah! many a Lady T. O, yes! I remember it very well, wretch bas rid on a burdle who has done and a curious life I led.—My daily occupa- less mischief than these utterers of forged tales, tion to inspect the dairy, superintend the coiners of scandal, and clippers of reputation. poultry, make extracts from the family receipt- Lady T. What! would you restrain the book,--and comb my aunt Deborah's lapdog. freedom of speech?

Sir Peter T. Yes, yes, ma'am, 'twas so indeed. Sir Peter P. Ah! they have made you just

Lady T. And then, you know, my evening as bad as any one of the society. amusements! To draw pallerns for ruffles, Lady T. \Vhy, I believe I do bear a part which I had not materials to make up; to with a tolerable grace. But I vow I bear no play Pope Joan ?) with the curate: to read a malice against the people I abuse.—When ! sermon to my aunt; or to be stuck down to say an illnatured thing, 'tis out of pure good an old spinet

' to strum my father to sleep af-humour; and I take it for granted,"ibey deal ter a fox-chase.

exactly in the same manner with me. But, Sir Peter T. I am glad you have so good Sir Peter, you know you promised to come a memory. Yes, madam, these were the re-to Lady Sneerwell's too. creations I took you from; but now you must Sir Peter T. Well, well, I'll call in just lo have your coach-vis-à-vis-and three pow-look after my own character. dered' footmen before your chair; and, in the Lady 1. Then indeed you must make haste summer, a pair of white cats to draw you 10 aster me, or you'll be too late. So, good bye Kensinglongardens. No recollection, I sup- to ye.

[Exit Lady Tearle. pose,

when you were content to ride double, Sir Peter T. Som! have gained much by behind the butler, on a dock'd coach-borse. my intended expostulation: yet, with what a

Lady T. No-1 swear I never did that; 1 charming, air she contradicts every thing I deny the butler and the coach-horse.

say, and how pleasingly she shows her conSir Peter T. This, madam; was your situa-tempt for my authority? Well, though I can't tion; and wbat bave I done for you? I have make her love me, there is great satisfaction made you a woman of fashion, of fortune, of in quarrelling with her; and I think she nerank; in short, I have made you my wife. ver appears to such advantage as when she

Lady T. Well, then,--and there is but one is doing every thing in her power to plague thing more you can make me to add to the me. obligation, and that isSir Peter T. My widow, I suppose?

SCENE II. - At Lady SNEERWELL'S. Lady T. Hem! hem!

Enter Lady SNEERWELL, Mrs. Candorr, Sir Peter T. I thank you, madam - but

CRABTREE, Sir Benjamin BACKBITE, and don't flatter yourself; for though your

Joseph SURFACE. duct may disturb my peace, it shall never Lady Sneer. Nay, positively, we will hear it. break my heart, I promise you: however, I Joseph S. Yes, yes, the epigram, by all am equally obliged to you for the hint.

Lady T. Then why will you endeavour to Sir Benj. B. O plague' on't, uncle! 'tis mere make yourself so disagreeable to me, and nonsense. thwart me in every little elegant expense? Crabt. No, no; 'fore Gad, very clever for

Sir Peter T. 'Slife, madam, I say, had you an extempore! any of these little elegant expenses when you Sir Benj. B. But, ladies, you should be married me?

acquainted with the circumstance. You must 1) A game at cards.

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Curricle was taking the dust in Hyde Park, has finished her face, she joins it so badly to in a sort of duodecimo phaeton, she desired her neck, that she looks like a mended statue, me to write some verses on her ponies; upon in which the connoisseur sees at once that which I took out my pocket-book, and in one the head's modern, though the trunk's antique. moment produced the following:

Crabt. Ha! ha! ha! well said, nephew! Sure never were seen two such beautiful Mrs. Can. Ha! ha! ba! well, you ponies;

laugh; but I vow I hate you for it. - What Other horses are clowns, but these maca- do you think of Miss Simper? ronies:

Sir Benj. B. Why, she has very pretty To give them this title I'm sure can't be teeth. wrong,

Lady T. Yes, and on that account, when Their legs are so slim, and their tails are she is neither speaking nor laughing (which so long:

very seldom happens), she never absolutely Crabt. There, ladies, done in the smack of shuts her mouth, but leaves it always on a a whip, and on horseback too.

jar, as it were,-Thus [Shows her teeth. Joseph S. A very Phoebus mounted-in- Mrs. Can. How can you be so ill-natured ? deed, Sir Benjamin.

Lady T. Nay, I allow even ibat's better Sir Benj. B. O dear, sir! trifles-trifles. than the pains Mrs. Prim takes to conceal her

losses in front. She draws her mouth till it Enter LADY Teazle and MARIA.

positively resembles the aperture of a poor's Mrs. Can. I must have a copy.

box, and all her words appear to slide out Lady Sneer. Lady Teazle, I hope we shall edgewise, as it were,—thus-How do you do, see Sir Peter?

madam? Yes, madam. Lady T. I believe he'll wait on your lady Lady Sreer. Very well, Lady Teazle; I sce ship presently.

you can be a lit:le severe. Lady Sneer. Maria, my love, you look. Lady T. In defence of a friend it is but grave. Come, you shall sit down to piquet justice.—But here comes Sir Peter to spoil with Mr. Surface.

our pleasantry. Maria. I take very little pleasure in cards -however, I'll do as you please.

Enter SIR PETER TEAZLE. Lady T. I am surprised 'Mr. Surface should Sir Pelcr T. Ladies, your most obcdient. sit down with her! thought he would have Mercy on me! here is ihe whole set! a chaembraced this opportunity of speaking to me, racter dead at every word, I suppose. [Aside. before Sir Peter came.

[ Aside. Mrs. Can. I am rejoiced you are come, Mrs. Can. Now, I'll die, but you are so Sir Peter. They have been so censoriousscandalous, I'll forswear your society, and Lady Teazle as bad as any one.

Lady T. What's the matter, Mrs. Candour? Sir Peter T. It must be very distressing to

Mrs. Can. They'll not allow our friend Miss you, Mrs. ·Candour, I dare swear. Vermillion to be handsome.

Mrs. Cun. ( they will allow good qualities Lady Sneer. O surely she is a pretly to nobody; not even good nature to

friend Mrs. Pursy. Crab, I am very glad you think


ma'am. Lady T. What, the fat dowager who was Mrs. Can. She has a charming fresh co- at Mrs. Quadrille's last night? lour.

Mrs. Can. Nay, her bulk is her misfortune; Lady T. Yes, when it is fresh put on. and when she takes such pains to get rid of

Mrs. Can. Ó fie! I'll swear her colour is it, you ought not to reflect on her. natural: 1 bave seen it come and go.

Lady Sneer. That's rery truc, indeed. Lady T. I dare swear you have, ma'am: it Lady T. Yes, I know she almost lives on goes off at night, and comes again in the acids and small whey; laces herself by pullies; morning.

and often in the holiest noon in summer, you Sir Benj. B. Truc, ma'am, it not only co- may see her on a little squat pony, with her mes and goes, but, what's snore--e.gad, her hair plainted up behind like a drummer's, and maid can fetch and carry it!

pussing round ine Ring on a full trot. Mrs. Can. lla! ha! ha! how I hate to hear Mrs. Can. I thank you, Lady Teazle, for you talk so! But surely now, her sister is, defending ber. or was, very handsome.

Sir Peter T. Yes, a good desence, truly! Crubl. Who? Mrs. Evergreen? O Lord! Mrs. Can. Truly, Lady Teazle is as censoshe's six and fifly if she's an hour!

rious as Miss Sallow. Mrs. Can. Now positively you wrong her; Crabt. Yes, and she is a curious being to fifty-two or fifty-three is ihe utmost-and i pretend to be censorious - an awkward gawky, don't think she looks more.

without any one good point under heaven. Sir Benj. B. Ah! there's no judging by her Mrs. Can. Positively you shall not be so looks, unless one could see her face.

very severe.

Miss Sallow is a near relaLady Sneer. Well, well, if Mrs. Evergreen tion of mine by marriage, and as for her does take some pains to repair the ravages person, great allowance is to be made; for, of time, you must allow she effects it with let me tell you, a woman labours under many great ingenuity; and surely that's better than disadvantages who tries to pass for a girl at The careless manner in which the widow Ochre six and thirty. chalks her wrinkles.

Lady Sneer. Though, surely, she is bandSir Benj. B. Nay now, Lady Sneerwell, some still-and for the weakness in her eyes, you are severe upon the widow. Come, come, considering how much she reads by candle'tis not that she paints so ill-but when she light, it is not to be wordered at.



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Mrs. Can. True, and then as to her man- Sir Peter T. 'Fore heaven, madam, if they ner, upon my word I think it is particularly were to consider the sporting with reputation graceful, considering she never had the least of as much importance as poaching on maeducation: for you know her mother was a nors, and pass an act for the preservation of Welsh milliner, and her father a sugarbaker fame, I believe there are many would thank at Bristol.

them for the bill. Sir Benj. B. Ah! you are both of you too Lady Sneer. O Lud, Sir Peter; would you good natured!

deprive us of our privileges ? Sir Peter T. Yes, damned good natured! Sir Peter T. Ay, madam; and then no perThis their own relation! mercy on me! [Aside. son should be permitted to kill characters and

Mrs. Can. For my part, I own l'cannot run down reputations, but qualified old maids bear to hear a friend ill spoken of. and disappointed widows. Sir Peter T. No, to be sure!

Lady Sneer. Go, you monster! Sir Benj. B. Oh! you are of a moral turn. Mrs. Can. But, surely, you would not be Mrs. Candour and I can sit for an hour and quite so severe on those who only report what hear Lady Stucco talk sentiment.

they hear? Lady I. Nay, I vow Lady Stucco is very Sir Peter T. Yes, madam, I would have well with the dessert after dinner; for she's!law merchan: for them too ; and in all cases just like the French fruit one cracks for mot- of slander currency, whenever the drawer of tos-made up of paint and proverb. the lie was not to be found, the injured par

Mrs. Can. Well, I never will join in ridi-ties should have a right to come on any of culing a friend ; and so I constantly tell my the indorsers. cousin Ogle, and you all know what prelen- Crabt. Well, for my part, I believe tbere sions she has to be critical on beauty.

a scandalous tale without some Crabt. () to be sure! she has herself the foundation. oddest countenance that ever was scen; 'tis a Sir Peter T. O, nine out of ten of the macollection of features from all the different licious inventions are founded on some ridicountries of the globe.

culous misrepresentation! Sir Benj. B. So she has, indeed-an Irish Lady Sneer. Come, ladies, shall we sit front

down to cards in the next room? Crabt. Caledonian locks Sir Benj. B. Dutch nose

Enter a Servant who whispers SiR PETER. Crabt. Austrian lips

Sir Peier T. I'll be with them directly.Sir Benj B. Complexion of a Spaniard - Ill get away unperceived.

[Apart. Crabt. And teeth à la Chinoise

Lady Sneer. 'Sir Peter, you are not going Sir Benj. B. In short, her face resembles a to leave us? table d'hôte at Spa- where no two guests Sir Peter T. Your ladyship must excuse me; are of a nation

I'm called away by particular business. But Crabt. Or a congress at the close of a ge-I leare my character behind me. neral war-wherein all the members, even to

[Exit Sir Peter her eyes, appear to have a different interest, Sir Benj. B. Well-certainly, Lady Teazle

, and her nose and chin are the only parties that lord of yours is a strange being; I could likely to join issue.

tell you somes stories of him would make you Mrs. Can. Ha! ha! ha!

laugh beartily if he were not your husband. Sir Peter T. Mercy on my life!-a person Ludy T. O, pray don't mind that;-come, they dine with twice a week. [Aside. do let's bear them.

Lady Sneer. Go, go; you are a couple of [Joins the rest of the company going inprovoking toads.

to the next room. Mrs. Can. Nay, but I vow you shall not Joseph S. Maria, I see you have no satiscarry the laugh off so--for give me leave to faction in this society. say, that Mrs. Ogle

Maria. How is it possible I should ?-If to Sir Peter T. Madam, madam, I beg your raise malicious smiles at the infirmities or pardon-there's no stopping these good gen-misfortunes of those who have never injured ilemen's tongues.- But when I tell you, Mrs. us be the province of wit or humour, Heaven Candour, that the lady they are abúsing is a grant me a double portion of dulness! particular friend of mine, I hope you'll not Joseph S. Yet they appear more ill-natured iake her part.

than they are, they have no malice at heart. Lady Sneer. Ha! ha! ha! Well said, Sir Maria. Then is their conduct still more Peter! but you are a cruel creature, -too contemptible; for, in my opinion, nothing phlegmatic yourself for a jest, and too peevish could excuse the interference of their tongues

, io allow wit in others.

but a natural and uncontrollable bitterness of Sir Peter 1. Ah! madam, true wit is more mind. nearly allied to good-nature than your lady- Joseph S. Undoubtedly, madam; and it has ship is aware of.

always been a sentiment of mine, that lo proLady T. True, Sir Peter: I believe they pagate a malicious truth wantonly is more are so near akin that they can never be united. despicable than to falsify from revenge

. But Sir Benj.B. Or rather, madam, suppose can you, Maria, feel thus for others, and be them to be man and wife, because one sel- unkind to me alone?-Is hope to be denied dom sees them together.

the tenderest passion? Lady T. But Sir Peter is such an enemy Maria. Why will you distress me by reto scandal, I believe he would bave it put newing the subject? down by parliament.

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me thus, and oppose your guardian, Sir Pe-l Rowley. But you must not rally him on the ler's will, Lout that I see thai profligate Char- subject, Sir Oliver: 'tis a tender point, I asles is still a favoured rival.

sure you, though he has been married only Maria. Ungenerously urged!- But whal- seven months. ever my sentiments are for that unfortunate Sir Oliver S. Then he has been just half a young man, be assured I shall not feel more year on the stool of repentance!—Poor Peter! hound to give him up, because his distresses But you say, be has entirely given up Charles,bave lost him the regard even of a brother. never sees him, hey?

Joseph S. Nay, but Maria, do not leave me Rowley. His prejudice against him is astowith a frown: by all that's honest, I swear--nishing, and I am sure,, greatly increased by Gad's life, here's Lady Teazle!--[Aside]-a jealousy of him with Lady Teazle, which he You must not-no, you shall not-for, though has industriously been led'into by a scandaI have the greatest regard for Lady Teazle-lous society in ihe neighbouraood, who have Maria. Lady Teazle!

contributed not a little to Charles's ill name. Joseph S. Yet were Sir Peter to suspect Whereas, the truth is, I believe, if the lady is

partial to either of them, his brother is the Enter Lady Teazle, and comes forward. favourile.

Lady T. What is this, pray? Do you take Sir Oliver S. Ay, I know there are a set of her for me? Child, you are wanted in the malicious, prating, prudent gossips, both male next room. — [Exit Maria.] – What is all and female, who murder characters to kill this, pray ?

time; and will rob a young fellow of his good Joseph S. O, the most unlucky circumstance name, before be bas years to know the value in nalure! Maria has somehow suspected the of it.-But I am not to be prejudiced against tender concern I have for your happiness, and my, nephew by such, I promise you.—No, no, threatened to acquaint Sir Peter with her sus- -'if Charles has done nothing false or mean, picions, and I was just endeavouring to reason I shall compound for his extravagance. with ber wben you came in.

Rowley. Then, my life on't, you will reclaim Lady T. Indeed! but you seemed to adopt him. Ah, sir! it gives me new life to find E

a very tender mode of reasoning – do you that your heart is not turned against him; and usually argue on your knces?

that the son of my good old master has one Joseph S. O, she's a child, and I thought a friend, however, left. į little bombast - But, Lady Tearle, when are Sir Oliver S. What, shall I forget, Master

you to give me your judgment on my library, Rowley, when I was at bis years myself?as you promised?

Egad, my brother and I were neither of us Lady T. No, no; I begin to think it would very prudent youths; and yet, I believe, you be imprudent, and you know I admit you as have not seen many belter men than your

old a lover no farther than fashion sanctions. master was.

Joseph S. True-a mere platonic cicisbeo- Rowley. Sir, 'tis this reflection gives me aswhat every wife is entitled to.

surance that Charles may yet be a credit to Lady I. Certainly, one must not be out of his family. But here comes Sir Peter. the fashion. However, I have so much of my Sir Oliver S. Egad, so he does.—Mercy on country prejudices lest, that, though Sir Peter's me!- he's greatly altered and seems to have

ill-bumour may vex me ever so, it never shall a settled married look! One may read hus; provoke me to

band in his face at this distance! Joseph S. The only revenge in your power.

Enler Sır PETER TEAZLE. -Well-I applaud your moderation.

Sir Peler 1. Hah! Sir Oliver--my old friend! Lady T. Go-you are an insinuating, wretch. Welcome to England a thousand 'times! - But we shall be missed — let us join the Sir Oliver S. Thank you — thank you, Sir company:

Peter! and i'faith I am glad to find you well, Joseph S. But we bad best not return believe me. together.

Sir Peter T. Oh! 'tis a long time since we Lady T. Well-don't stay; for Maria sha'n's met — fifteen years, I doubt, Sir Oliver, and come to hear any more of your reasoning, I many a cross accident in the time. promise you.

[Exit Lady Teazle. Sir Oliver S. Ay, I have had my share.Joseph S. A curious dilemma my politics But, what! I find you are married, hey ?have run me into! I wanted, at first, only to Well, well – it can't be helped — and so - I ingratiate myself with Lady Teazle, that she wish you joy with all my heart. might not be my enemy with Maria; and I

Sir Peter T. Thank you, thank you,

Sir have, I don't know how, become her serious Oliver.--Yes, I have entered into-lhe happy lover. Sincerely I begin to wish I had never sale;- but we'll not talk of that now. made such a point of gaining so very good a Sir Oliver S. True, true, Sir Peter: old character, for it has led me into so many cur- friends should not begin on grievances at first sed rogueries that I doubt I shall be exposed meeting-no, no, no. at last.

(Exit. Rowley. Take care, pray, sir.

Sir Oliver S. Well--so one of my nephews SCENE III.-SIR PETER TEAZLE's.

is a wild fellow, hey? Enter RowLEY and SIR OLIVER SURFACE.

Sir Peter T. Wild! Ah! my old friend, I Sir Oliver S. Ha! ha! ha! So my old friend grieve for your disappointment there; he's a is married, hey? - a young wife out of the lost young man, indeed. However, his brother country: - Ha! ha! ha! that he should have will make you amends; Joseph is, indeed, stood bluff to old bachelor so long, and sink what a youih should be. Every body in the into a husband at last.

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Sir Oliver Ş. I am sorry to hear it; he bas (bard expresses it, – “a heart to pity, and, a too good a character to be an honest fellow. band open as day, for melting charity: Every body speaks well of him!-Pshaw! then Sir Peter T. Pshaw! What signifies his he has bowed as low to knaves and fools as having an open band or purse either, when to the honest dignity of genius and virtue. he has nothing left to give? Well, well

Sir Peter T. What, Sir Oliver! do you make the trial, if you please. But where is blame him for not making enemies? the fellow whom you brought for Sir Oliver

Sir Oliver S. Yes, if he has merit enough to examine, relative to Charles's affairs? to deserve them.

Rowley. Below, waiting his commands, and Sir Peier T. Well, well--- you'll be convin- no one can give him better intelligence. This, ced when you know him. "Tis edification to Sir Oliver, is a friendly Jew, who, to do him hear bim converse; he professes the noblest justice, has done every thing in his power to sentiments.

bring your nephew to a proper sense of his Sir Oliver S. Oh! plague of bis sentiments! extravagance. If he salutes me with a scrap of moralily in Sir Peter T. Pray let us have him in. his mouth, I shall be sick directly.-But, how- Rowley. Desire Mr. Moses to walk up stairs. ever, don't mistake me, Sir Peter; I don't

[Apart to Sercant. mean to defend Charles's errors: but before I Sir Peter T. But, pray, why should you form my judgment of either of them, I intend suppose be will speak ihe truth? to make a trial of their hearts: and my friend Rowley. Oh! l' have convinced him that be Rowley and I have planned something for the has no chance of recovering certain sums adpurpose.

vanced Charles, but through the bounty of Roivley. And Sir Peter shall own for once Sir Oliver, who he knows is arrived; so that he has been mistaken.

you may depend on his fidelity to his own Sir Peter T. Oh! my life on Joseph's honour. interests: I have also another evidence in my Sir Oliver S. Well-come, give us a bolile power, one Snake, whom I have detected in of good wine, and we'll drink the lads' health, a matter little short of forgery, and sball speedand tell you our scheme.

ily produce him to remove some of your Sir Peter T. Allons then!

prejudices. Sir Oliver S. And don't, Sir Peter, be so Sir Peter T. I have heard too much on that severe against your old friend's son. my

life! I am not sorry that he has run out Rowley. Here comes the honest Israelite of the course a liule: for my part, I hate to see prudence clinging to the green suckers of

Enter Moses. youth; 'lis like ivy round a sapling, and spoils -This is Sir Oliver. the growth of the tree.

[Exeunt. Sir Oliver S. Sir, I understand you have

lately had great dealings with my nephew, ACT III.

Scene I.—Sir Peter Teazle's.

Moses. Yes, Sir Oliver, 1 bave done all I

could for him; but he was ruined before be Enter Sir Peter Teazle, Sir OLIVER SUR

came to me for assistance. FACE, and Rowley.

Sir Oliver S. That was unlucky, truly; for Sir Peter T. Well, then, we will see this you have had no opportunity of showing your fellow first, and have our wine afterwards:-|ialents. hut how is this, master Rowley? I don't see Moses. None at all; I hadn't the pleasure of the jest of your scheme.

knowing his distresses till he was some thouRowley. Why, sir, this Mr. Stanley, who sands worse than nothing. I was speaking of, is nearly related to them Sir Oliver S. Unfortunate, indeed! - But I by their mother. He was a nierchant in Dublin, suppose you have done all in your power for but has been ruined by a series of undeserved bim, bonest Moses? misfortunes. He has applied, by lelter, to Mr. Moses. Yes, he knows that; — this vers Surface and Charles: from the former be has evening I was to have brought bim a gentlereceived nothing but evasive promises of fu- man from the city, who does not know him, ture service, while Charles has done all that and will, I believe, advance him some modev. his extravagance has left him power to do ; Sir Peter T. What,- -one Charles has never and he is, at this time, endeavouring to raise had money from besore? a sum of money, part of which, in the midst Moses. Yes, – Mr. Premium, of Crutcbed of his own distresses, I know be intends for Friars, formerly a broker. the service of poor Stanley.

Sir Peter T. Egad, Sir Oliver, a thougás Sir Oliver S. Ab She is my brother's son. strikes me!-Charles, you say, does not know

Sir Peter T. Well, but how is Sir Oliver Mr. Premium? personally to

Moses. Not at all. Rowley. Why, sir, I will inform Charles Sir Peter T. Now then, Sir Oliver, you may and his brother, that Stanley has obtained have better opportunity of satisfying yourself permission to apply personally to his friends, than by an old romancing tale of a poor reand as they have neither of them ever seen lation: go with my friend Moses, and repre him, let Sir Oliver assumc his character, and sent Premium, and then, I'll answer for in he will have a fair opportunity, of judging, at you'll see your nephew in all his glory. least, of the benevolence of their dispositions; Sir Oliver S. Egad, I like this idea better and believe me, sir, you will find in the than the other, and I may visit Joseph afteryoungest brother, one, who, in the midst of wards as Old Stanley. folly and dissipation, has still, as our immortal Sir Peter T. True-so you may.

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