And when 'tis my lot from this life to depart, Though deaden'd my feelings, though cold my poor heart, Deep and keen will the pang be, as sighing at lastMy hopes were soon wither'd, my joys were soon past. [Exit. SCENE II. A Lodge in the Cottage Style, with House and Garden seen through the Gate,

DOLLY O'DAISY, singing without.
He's straight and he's tall as a poplar tree,
His cheeks are as red as a rose, &c.

Enter DOLLY O'DAISY, from the Lodge.

Dolly. Oh dear, I wish Rourke was come back; I don't half like his staying at the house so long; it's for no good, that's a sure thing; and as to his taking the letter, 'tis nothing more than an excuse to see that gawky creature, Sally Broom, the housemaid. Heighho! I didn't think he'd have been half so wild after I married him; but these Irishmen are the very devil after the girls, that's the truth on't.

Enter O'DAISY, coming through the Gate.

O'Daisy. Ah, ah! my beautiful t'other half, is it yourself that's there?

Dolly. So! you are come at last

O'Daisy. At last! you would not have me come before I was gone, would you? Oh! botheration, by all the butter-milk and potatoes in old Ireland, but my darling here, Mrs. Dolly O'Daisy, is a little bit jealous.

Dolly. Well, and if I was, it's enough to make any poor girl jealous; you had no business to stay so long. O'Daisy. How the devil's a man to do a job properly without you give him time; but it's the way with all the wives in the world-man, woman, and child,

Enter STIRLING.

Stir. Rourke, here, take this letter to Mr. Jumble directly.

O'Daisy. [Aside] By St. Patrick, I believe they all Lake me for a two-penny post.

Stir. And d'ye hear?

O'Daisy. Yes, your honour.

Stir. If he should call here, say I am not at homeI don't choose to see him.

O'Daisy. Not see him! not see young Mr. Jumble! Och! if his poor dead father, my late master, could but listen to what you were saying, he wouldn't believe it with his own eyes.

Stir. [Half aside] I desired Mr. Cypher to bring all old Jumble's papers down with him: I'll clear my hands of the business as soon as possible. Why don't you go?

O'Daisy. Because, your honour, O'Rourke O'Daisy never in his life before went such a dirty road, and by my soul he does not know the way.

Stir. Be off immediately. Zounds! I shall be choked with rage: I wish that fellow was at Ballinatrotty again with all my heart. [Exit.

O'Daisy. [Aside] Och! don't be in a hurry, and you'll be chok'd with something else. Ballinatrotty indeed! to be sure they wouldn't be happy to see me and my darling little spouse trotting over the water again to 'em.

DUET.-O'DAISY and DOLLY.

O'Daisy. Long ago from my country I trotted away,
Knowing well how to rake, and to tumble the hay;
With a wife now returning, it much better suits,
To leave raking alone, and be raising recruits.
Then arrah, be aisy,
Sweet Mrs. O'Daisy,

To tickle my heart, to be sure she'd the knack;
While the merry bells ring,

We shall caper and sing,

Huzza! for old Ireland, with hubbubboo whack!

Both. Then arrah be aisy, &c.

Dolly. Then the lads and the lasses, dear heart how they'll stare,

When I sport my new clothes first at Donnybrook fair,

In my little straw hat, tied with green silken bows,
In my shoe a smart knot, in my bosom a rose.
They'll all cry, be aisy,

"Tis Mrs. O'Daisy,

The sweet little creature that Rourke has brought back; While the merry bells ring,

We shall caper and sing,

Huzza! for old Ireland, with hubbubboo whack!

Both. Then arrah, be aisy, &c.

[Exeunt.

SCENE III. A Room with Books, Papers, &c.

Enter JUMBLle.

Jum. No letter! no message! Oh! these are the charming agonies of love (as Thomson says), whose miseries delight.-No answer!-and on my birth-day too!-Cruel girl-I'll never think of her more-l'll never speak of her-I'll-Oh, Clara, Clara!-but I'm too anxious-so I'll write an essay on patience;-business may keep love out of my head, but it never can root it from my heart.

Enter QUILL.

Quill. Sir! Mr. Foolscap has just been here, and says he's determined to print his own works.

Jum. So much the better for the chandlers' shops. Quill. And Mr. Grim, sir, has just called to see the first proof; but the printer's devil has not brought it. Jum.. What's the work?

Quill. A satire-he calls it "The Reward of Vice." Jum. The Reward of Vice-Oh, tell him when there is a proof of it, the devil will bring it him.

Quill. Yes, sir.

Jum. Quill, bring those papers :-I'll arrange them. for the press; by that time they may send for me to the Cottage. Oh, Clara! should I have forgotten your birth-day!-Should I have neglected you any day! Now then, what is there to insert? [Reads] Wanted: A wife-A great show of horned cattle-A lottery ticket

-A highway robbery-A public masquerade-A private mad-house-and all these paragraphs?

Quill. Yes, sir.

Jum. Paid for?

Quill. Yes, sir.

[Jumble sits at the Table.

Enter JERRY BLOSSOM, meeting QUILL. Jerry. Please, sir, be your name Jumble? Quill. No, sir.

Jerry. When Mr. Jumble be'ant busy, I'd speak a word wi' un.

Quill. Then you'll wait long enough, I can tell you -he's as little leisure as business; he's always hurried for time though he's nothing to do. [Exit. Jum. By-the-by, I wonder Mrs. Honeymouth is not more anxious for the "Victorious Lover."-I am obliged to tickle that old woman's palate with a novel, as Æneas did the monster Cerberus with a sop; her affectation, vanity, and pride, is my monster-my dog with three heads.

Jerry. A dog with three heads; I never herd of such a thing.-Dang it, I wish I was well out o'th' house, Jum. Hey! Who are you friend?

Jerry. I-I-I-be Jerry Blossom.
Jum. And what do you want?

Jerry. I want our Dolly-1

Jum. And who the devil is our Dolly?

Jerry. A dog with three heads

Jum. What!

Jerry. Sir!

Jum. Who is our Dolly?

Jerry. She be my sister, zur.-I be come all the way from the North to find her.

Jum. What! has your sister got three heads?
Jerry. No, sir; but your dog has, you know.

Jum. What do you mean?

Jerry. So, if your please, you be to find her for me. Jum. Pshaw, I shall not look for your sister.

Jerry. No, sir, I don't mean look for ber-I mean by your trade.

Jum. Oh, I understand-you want to advertise in my paper; I'll speak to you presently. Here, [Gives him a Book] did you ever learn to read?

Jerry. Yes; when I was at charity school, they gave me a good book.

Jum. [Throwing down the Book] Did they? You were in luck, we don't priut such things now-a-days. ̧ What do you laugh at? Sit down and spell the county newspaper. [Giving him a Newspaper.

Jerry. Thank you-thank you kindly, zur.-Dear heart, I be mortal tired. [Sits down] I ha'nt been much used to read any but out of my own books; howsomever I'll try-Swallowed poison

Jum. [At his Table] Yesterday was married Mr. Sapling, aged eighteen, to Mrs. Evergreen, aged seventy-six

Jerry. The effects have not yet transpired

Jum. A mad bull

Jerry. This morning the right hon. the lord mayor was sworn into office

Jum. And afterwards toss'd and gor'd several poor old women

Jerry. Hey!
Jum. Hey!
Jerry. Oh!
Jum. Oh!

Jerry. [Reading] This morning the right hon. the speaker

Jum. [Writing] Convicted of keeping a disorderly house. And now, Jerry Blossom, what's your pleasure with me?

Jerry. Thank ye kindly, zur—I ha' no pleasure with you. [Bows] My sister, Dolly Blossom by name, she liv'd in service somewhere in this neighbourhood, and as I hadn't seen her awhile, I thought I'd just trudge up to these parts and inquire her out; but the devil a bit can I find her. Now, sir, as you be a post

Jum. A

post!

Jerry. Yes, sir, paper post-I thought I'd just come here and publish