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naapia fred so formal, and so like a thing of business, that I shall find no room for friendship or esteem.

Hard. Depend upon it, child, I'll never control your choice; but Mr. Marlow, whom I have pitched upon, is the son of my old friend, Sir Charles Marlow, of whom

you have heard me talk so often.. The young in w gentleman has been bred a scholar, and is designed for

an employment in the service of his country. I am
told he's a man of an excellent understanding.

Miss Hard. Is he ?
Hard. Very generous.
Miss Hard. I believe I shall like him.
Hard. Young and brave.
Miss Hard. I'm sure I shall like him.
Hard. And

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handsome. Miss Hard. My dear papa, say no more (kissing his hand]; he's mine, I'll have him!

Hard. And to crown all, Kate, he's one of thó most bashful and reserved young fellows in all the world.

Miss Hard. Eh! you have frozen me to death again. That word reserved has undone all the rest of his accomplishments. A reserved lover, it is said, always makes a suspicious husband.

Hard. On the contrary, modesty seldom resides in a breast that is not enriched with nobler virtues. It was the very feature in his character that first struck

me.

Miss Hard. He must have more striking features to catch me, I promise you. However, if he be so young, so handsome, and so everything, as you men.'Y tion, I believe he'll do still. I think I'll have him,

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Hard. Ay, Kate, but there is still an obstacle. It's more than an even wager, he may not have you. hmon Miss Hard. My dear papa, why will you mořtify one

/ so ? Well, if he refuses, instead of breaking my heart

Cat his indifference, I'll only break my glass for its flattery, set my cap to some newer fashion, and look out for

some

less difficult admirer.
Hard. Bravely resolved! In the meantime I'll go
prepare the servants for his reception, as we seldom
see company, they want as much training as a company
of recruits the first day's muster.

[Exit.
Miss HARDCASTLE, sola.

arrean Long Miss Hard. This news of, papa's puts me all in a - flutter.

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put them foremost. Sensible--good-uatured: 'I like the

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all that. But then-reserved, and sheepish ? that's
much against him. Yet, can't he be cured of his
,

?
Yes; and can't 1-But, I vow, I'm disposing of the
husband, before I have secured the lover.

Enter Miss NEVILLE.
Miss Hard. I'm glad you’re come, Neville, my dear.
to Tell me, Constance : how do I look this evening? Is
theve'anyiling whimsical about me? Is it one of my
well-looking days, child? Am I in face to-day!

Miss Nev. Perfectly, my dear. Yet, now I look
again-bless me !--sure

accident has happened among the canary birds, or the gold fishes. Has your brother or the cat been meddling? Or, has the last novel been too moving ?

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Miss Hard. No; nothing of aļl this. I have been threatened—I can scarce get it out-I have been threatened with a lover.'

Miss Nev. And his name
Miss Hard. Is Marlow.
Miss Nev. Indeed ! ho
Miss Hard. The son of Sir Charles Marlow.

Miss Nevd As I live, the most intimate friend of Mr. Hastings, my admirer!" They are never aşunder. I believe yon'inust have seen him when we lived in town.

Miss Hard. Never.

Miss Nev. He's a very singular character, I you. Among women of reputation and virtue, he is the modestest man alive; but his acquaintance give him a very different character among creatures of another stamp: you understand me, eismid

Miss Hard. An odd character, indeed. I shall never be able to manage him. What shall I do? Pshaw, think no more of him, but •trust to occurrences for

But how goes on your own affair, my dear? Has my mother been courting you for my brother Tony, as usual?

Miss Nev. I have just come from one of our agreeable tête-à-têtes. She has been saying a hundred tender things, and setting off her pretty monster as the very pink of perfection.

Miss Hard. And her partiality is such,, that she actually thinks him so. À fortune like yours is no small temptation. Besides, as she has the sole management of it, I'm not surprised to see her unwilling to let it go out of the family.

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Miss Nev. A fortune like mine, which chiefly consists in jewels, is no such mighty temptation. But at en any rate, if my dear las

Hastings be but constant, I make

lastele However, I no doubt to be too hard for her at let her suppose

I am in love with her son, and
she never once dreams that my affections are fixed upon-1'lmas
another. Pelan l'ansije.
Miss Hard, My good brother ho

- holds out stoutly. I
could almost Tove
$É'Tove him for hating you so.

resiste Miss Nev. It is a good-natured creature at bottom, and I'm sure o would wish to see me married to anybody but himself. But my aunt's, bell rings for gur afternoon's walk round the improvements. Allons! Courage is necessary, as our affairs are critical.

Miss Hard. Would it were bed-time, and all were
well.

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SCENE II.--An ale-house room. Several shabby Feli

lows, with punch and tobacco. Tony at the head
of the table, a little higher than the rest : a mallet

in his hand.
Omnes. Hurrea, hurrea, hurrea, bravo!

1 Fel. Now, gentlemen, silence for a song. The
'squire is going to knock himself down for a song.

Omnes. Ay, a song, a song!!

Tony. Then I'll sing you, gentlemen, a song I made upon this ale-house, the Three Pigeons.

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Good liquor, I stoutly maintain,
Gives genus a better discerning. their

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Let them brag of their heathenish gods,

Their Lethes, their Styxes, and Stygians ;
Their quis, and their quæs, and their quods,
They're all but a parcel of pigeons.

Toroddle, toroddle, toroil.
When Methodist preachers come down,

A preaching that drinking is sinful,
I'll wager the rascals a crown,

They always preach best with a skin-full.
But when you come down with your pence,

For a slice of their scurvy religion,
I'll leave it to all men of sense,
But you, my good friend, are the pigeon.

Toroddle, toroddle, toroll.
Then come, put the jorum about,

And let us be merry and clever ;
Our hearts and our liquors are stout,

Here's the Three Jolly Pigeons for ever!
Let some cry up woodcock or hare,

Your bustards, your ducks, and your widgeons,
But of all the birds in the air,
Here's a health to the Three Jolly Pigeons !

Toroddle, toroddle, toroll.
Omnes. Bravo ! bravo!
1 Fel. The 'squire has got spunk in him.

2 Fel. I loves to hear him sing, bekeays he never gives us nothing that's low.

3 Fel. Oh, nothing that's low, I cannot bear it.

4 Fel. The genteel thing is the genteel thing any time. If so be that a gentleman bees in a concatenation accordingly.

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