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DRAMATIS PERSONÆ. Adam Stirling
Mr. Penley. Janus Jumble
Mr. De Camp: Dick Cypher.
Mr. Matthews. Jerry Blossom
Mr. Knight. O'Rourke O'Daisy
Mr. Johnstone. Quill
Mr. Fisher. John
Mr. Miller. Servant
Mrs. Augusta Carolina Honeymouth . Mrs. Sparks.
SCENE I. An Apartment in STIRLING's House.
Enter MRS. HONEYMOUTH and CLARA.
had a ramble; how d'ge like the house and grounds, eh?
Clara. Very much indeed, sir; 'Lis really a most elegant little vila.
Stir. Ab, so it ought-it cost an elegant little sum of money. What do you think of it, coz?
Mrs. H. O, delicious! we shall pass our time admirably; and with the new publications we can procure
Stir. Pshawl. Jamble's a puppy-he hasn't a shilling
from Mr. Jumble
ever getting one, be has begun to scribble--commenc'd bookseller, and started a weekly newspaper-they say inost authors come to a morsel of bread; and so may he, if he happens to be lucky,
Mrs. H. He's an excellent young man notwithstanding; by-the-bỳ, I wonder he has not called; he surely ipust have heard of our arrival at the Coltage
Stir. The Cottage! there's a precious pickname for a mansion that has cost me fifteen thousand pounds! The Cottage! a place like a labyrinth, that when I am at one end of it, curse me if I don't lose my way before I can get to the other.
Clara. Certainly the name is not very appropriale.
Stir. Appropriate! why zounds! you may as well call a palace a pig-sty: my old friends in the city will think I am crazy, when they direct to old Adani Stirling, at the Cottage.
Ö'Daisy. (Without] There was a bold dragoon.
Enter O’DAISY. O’Daisy. Eh! I beg pardon of your honour's honour, bat there caine just now a great big fellow to the lodge gale, and kept tolling the bell, till there was a greater Hubbabboo than at a wake in Ballinatrolty.
Stir. An express from town, no doubt. I thought there was something a-foot.
O'Daisy. The devil a yard of him was a-foot-he was oulside of a horse. Mrs. H. Something of consequence.
O'Daisy. Your ladyship, may say that thing, and tell no lie peither.
He said it was of very greal weight, and, by the powers, I believe him, or he would not have bad a horse to carry it.
Mrs. H. And what is it?
O'Daisy. A letter it is—he told me to deliver it innmediately into the hands of the right owner; and that's the reason I came myself, because there should be no blunder.
Stir. Al, 'lis for old Adam
mencd ey say o may
for a The
o bless your
O'Daisy. Is it? by the powers, then, 'tis the first time I erer knew old Adam was a gentlewoman.
Mrs. H. 'Tis for me, I dare saycome give it me.
O'Daisy. Give it you-the nano's Honeymouth--this
Stir. So, now I shall be plagued with lim. Well,
Stir. The devil he will!
Mrs. H. Slay, here's a postscript. [Reads] I have just received from town a new novel, called “ The Victorious Lover;"" and I hope you will think he has sufficient merit to authorise my introducing him at the Cottage. Delightful!
Stir. Yes, very delightful. I see how 'lwill be--this
Mrs. H. How!
and his " Victorious Lover” get footing in this house, he shall be welcome to keep it for his pains.
Mrs. H. I am astonislı'd, cousin Stirling-old Mr. Jumble was your most intimate friend.
Stir. So he was, but that's no reason I should make bis son a present of my daughter. Old Jumble hinted to me, ibat a small estate would fall to his son when he came of age; but when we open'd the will, there was hardly enough to pay for the funeral. But come, I inust have a little private conversation with you about young Cypher. I have ask'd bim down for a day or two. I never saw him, but I hear he's a quiet steady fellow-pone of your novel readershe has ten thousavd pounds in his pocket, and yet sticks to businessthat's the boy for old Adam Stirling. Come along,
[Exeunt Stirling and Mrs. Honeymouth. Clara. Brought up together from our earliest youth, how cruel of iny father thus to separate me from the only man I can ever love as a husband. Love too often withers like a gaudy flower; but when friendship is the soil it springs from, like the conslant ivy, it will thrive for ever.
Though in smiles it arose, 'r will in sorrow go down: