you an answer to this. So, hussy, take a kiss be- Die, did I say? I'll live these fifty years to plague forehand, to put you in mind. [Kisses her. him. At our last meeting, his impudence had Lucy. O lud! Sir Lucius-I never see such a almost put me out of temper-an obstinate-pasgemman' My lady won't like you if you are so impudent.

Sir L. 'Falth she will, Lucy-that same-pho! what's the name of it?-modesty !-is a quality in a lover more praised by the women than liked so, if your mistress asks you whether Sir Lucius ever gave you a kiss, tell her fifty, my dear.

Lucy. What, would you have me tell her a lie? Sir L. Ah, then, you baggage! I'll make it a truth presently.

Lucy. For shame now; here is some one coming.
Sir L. O 'faith, I'll quiet your conscience!
[Sees FAG.-Exit, singing.
Enter FAG.

Fag. So, so, ma'am; I humbly beg pardon. Lucy. O lud! now, Mr. Fag-you flurry one so. Fag. Come, come, Lucy, here's no one by-so a little less simplicity, with a grain or two more sincerity, if you please. You play false with us, madam. I saw you give the baronet a letter. My master shall know this; and if he don't call him out-I will.

Lucy. Ha! ha! ha! you gentlemen's gentlemen are so hasty! That letter was from Mrs. Malaprop, simpleton. She is taken with Sir Lucius's

address.

Fag. How! what taste some people have! Why I suppose I have walked by her window an hundred times. But what says our young lady ?-any message to my master?

Lucy. Sad news, Mr. Fag! A worse rival than Acres! Sir Anthony Absolute has proposed his

Lucy. Well, you may laugh, but it is assure you. [Going.] But, Mr. Fag, tell your master not to be cast down by this.

Fog. Oh, he'll be so disconsolate!

sionate-self-willed boy! Whom can he take after? This is my return for getting him before all his brothers and sisters! for putting him at twelve years old into a marching regiment, and allowing him fifty pounds a year, besides his pay, ever since! But I have done with him-he's anybody's son for me-I never will see him more

never-never-never-never.

Capt. A. Now for a penitential face!

[Comes forward.
Sir Anth. Fellow, get out of my way 1
Capt. A. Sir, you see a penitent before you.
Sir Anth. I see an impudent scoundrel before

Capt. A. I have been likewise weighing, and balancing, what you were pleased to mention, conceruing duty, and obedience, and authority.

Sir Anth. Why, now you talk sense, absolute sense! I never heard anything more sensible in my life. Confound you! you shall be Jack again. Capt. A. I am happy in the appellation.

Sir Anth. Why then, Jack, my dear Jack, I will now inform you who the lady really is. Nothing but your passion and violence, you silly fellow, prevented me telling you at first. Prepare, Jack, for wonder and rapture-prepare. you of Miss Lydia Languish?

What think

Worcestershire?
Capt. A. Languish ! What the Languishes of

Sir Anth. Worcestershire! No. Did you never meet Mrs. Malaprop and her niece, Miss Languish, who came into our country just before you were last ordered to your regiment?

Capt. A. Malaprop! Languish! I don't remem

Lucy. And charge him not to think of quarrel- ber ever to have heard the names before. Yet

ling with young Absolute.

ACT III.

SCENE I.-The North Parade.

Enter Captain ABSOLUTE.

stay, I think I do recollect something-Languish
-Languish-She squints, don't she?
red-haired girl?

A little Sir Anth. Squints! A red-haired girl! Z--ds' no!

Capt. A. Then I must have forgot! it can't be the same person.

Sir Anth. Jack! Jack! what think you of blooming, love-breathing seventeen?

Capt. A. As to that, sir, I am quite indifferent; if I can please you in the matter, 'tis all I desire. Sir Anth. Nay, but Jack, such eyes! such eyes! so innocently wild! so bashfully irresolute! Not Capt. A. "Tis just as Fag told me, indeed!a glance but speaks and kindles some thought of Whimsical enough, 'faith! My father wants to force me to marry the very girl I am plotting to run away with! He must not know of my connexion with her yet awhile. He has too summary a method of proceeding in these matters; however, I'll read my recantation instantly. My conversion is something sudden, indeed; but I can assure him, it is very sincere. So, so, here he comes: he looks plaguy gruff. [Steps aside.

love! Then, Jack, her cheeks! her cheeks! Jack! so deeply blushing at the insinuations of her telltale eyes! Then, Jack, her lips! O, Jack, lips, smiling at their own discretion! and, if not smiling, more sweetly pouting-more lovely in sullenness! Then, Jack, her neck! O, Jack! Jack!

Capt. A. And which is to be mine, sir, the niece or the aunt?

Sir Anth. Why, you unfeeling, insensible puppy, I despise you. When I was of your age, such a description would have made me fly like a rocket! Su Anth. No-I'll die sooner than forgive him! the aunt, indeed! Odds life! when I ran away

Enter Sir ANTHONY.

with your mother, I would not have touched anything old or ugly to gain an empire.

Capt. A. Not to please your father, sir?

Sir Anth. To please my father-Z-ds! not to please-O, my father-Odso!-yes, yes; if my father, indeed, had desired-that's quite another matter. Though he wasn't the indulgent father that I am, Jack.

Capt. A. I dare say not, sir?

Sir Anth. But, Jack, you are not sorry to find your mistress is so beautiful?

Enter JULIA.

Jul. I had not hoped to see you again so soon. Faulk. Could I, Julia, be contented with my first welcome, restrained, as we were, by the presence of a third person?

Jul. Oh, Faulkland! when your kindness can make me thus happy, let me not think that I have discovered something of coolness in your first salutation.

Faulk. 'Twas but your fancy, Julia. I was rejoiced to see you-to see you in such health: sure I had no cause for coldness.

Jul. Nay, then, I see you have taken something ill; you must not conceal from me what it is.

Capt. A. Sir, I repeat it, if I please you in this affair, 'tis all I desire. Not that I think a woman the worse for being handsome; but, sir, if you please to recollect you before hinted something about a hump or two, one eye, and a few more Faulk. Well, then, shall I own to you, that my graces of that kind-now, without being very nice, joy at hearing of your health and arrival here, by I own I should rather choose a wife of mine to your neighbour Acres, was somewhat damped, by have the usual number of limbs, and a limited his dwelling much on the high spirits you had enquantity of back; and, though one eye may be joyed in Devonshire: on your mirth-your singvery agreeable, yet, as the prejudice has always ing-dancing-and I know not what: for such is run in favour of two, I would not wish to affect a singularity in that article.

Sir Anth. What a phlegmatic sot it is! Why, sirrah, you are an anchorite! A vile, insensible stock! You a soldier! you're a walking block, fit only to dust the company's regimentals on! Odds life, I have a great mind to marry the girl myself!

Capt. A. I am entirely at your disposal, sir; if you should think of addressing Miss Languish yourself, I suppose you would have me marry the aunt; or if you should change your mind, and take the old lady, 'tis the same to me, I'll marry the niece.

my temper, Julia, that I should regard every mirthful moment in your absence, as a treason to constancy. The mutual tear, that steals down the cheek of parting lovers, is a compact, that no smile shall live there till they meet again.

Jul. Must I never cease to tax my Faulkland with this teasing, miuute caprice! Can the idle reports of a silly boor weigh in your breast against my tried affection?

Faulk. They have no weight with me, Julia: no, no, I am happy, if you have been so-yet only say that you did not sing with mirth—say that you thought of Faulkland in the dance.

Jul. I never can be happy in your absence. If Sir Anth. Upon my word, Jack, thou art either I wear a countenance of content, it is to show that a very great hypocrite, or-but, come, I know your my mind holds no doubt of my Faulkland's truth. indifference on such a subject must be all a lie - Believe me, Faulkland, I mean not to upbraid you, I'm sure it must-come now, d-n your demure when I say, that I have often dressed sorrow in face; come, confess, Jack, you have been lying-smiles, lest my friends should guess whose unkindha'n't you? You have been playing the hypocrite, hey? I'll never forgive you, if you ha'n't been lying and playing the hypocrite.

Capt. A. I'm sorry, sir, that the respect and duty which I bear to you should be so taken.

mis

ness had caused my tears.

Faulk. You were ever all goodness to me! Oh, I am a brute, when I but admit a doubt of your true constancy!

Jul. If ever without such cause from you, as I will not suppose possible, you find my affections veering but a point, may I become a proverbial scoff for levity and base ingratitude!

Sir Anth. Hang your respect and duty! But, come along with me. I'll write a note to Mrs. Malaprop, and you shall visit the lady directly. Faulk. Ah, Julia! that last word is grating to Her eyes shall be the Promethean torch to you-me! I would I had no title to your gratitude! come along, I'll never forgive you, if you don't come back stark mad with rapture and impatience if you don't, 'egad, I'll marry the girl myself. [Exeunt.

SCENE II.-Julia's Dressing-room.

Enter FAULKLAND.

Search your heart, Julia: perhaps what you have mistaken for love, is but a warm effusion of a too thankful heart!

Jul. For what quality must I love you?

Faulk. For no quality: to regard me for any quality of mind or understanding, were only to esteem me! And for person-I have often wished myself deformed, to be convinced that I owed no Faulk. They told me Julia would return di- obligation there for any part of your affection. rectly: I wonder she is not yet come!-How mean Jul. Where nature has bestowed a show of nice does this captious, unsatisfied temper of mine ap-attention in the features of a man, he should laugh bear to my cooler judgment! What tender, honest at it as misplaced. I have seen men, who in this oy sparkled in her eyes when we met! How de- vain article, perhaps, might rank above you; but licate was the warmth of her expressions!-I was my heart has never asked my eyes if it were so or ashamed to appear less happy, though I had come not. resolved to wear a face of coolness and upbraiding. Sir Anthony's presence preven ed my proposed expostulitions: yet I must be satisfied that she has not been so very happy in my absence. She is coming yes, I know the nimbleness of her tread, when she thinks her impati nt Faulkland counts the moments of her stay.

Faulk. Now, this is not well from you, Julia. I despise person in a man, yet, if you love me as I wish, though I were an Æthiop, you'd think none so fair.

Jul. I see you are determined to be unkind. The contract, which my poor father bound us in, gives you more than a lover's privilege.

SCENE III.]

ACTING DRAMA.

Faulk. Again, Julia, you raise ideas that feed | ing-He is the very pine-apple of politeness ! and justify any doubts. How shall I be sure, had You are not ignorant, captain, that this giddy girl you remained unbound in thought or promise, that has, somehow, contrived to fix her affections on a I should still have been the object of your perse-beggarly, strolling, eves-dropping ensign, whom none of us have seen, and nobody nows anything vering love ?

Jul. Then try me now-Let us be free as stran- of. gers as to what is past: my heart will not feel more liberty.

Faulk. There, now! so hasty, Julia! so anxious to be free! If your love for me were fixed and ardent, you would not loose your hold, even though I wished it!

Capt. A. Oh, I have heard the silly affair before.
I'm not at all prejudiced against her on that ac-
But it must be very distressing, indeed,
count.
to you, maʼam.

Mrs. M. Oh, it gives me the hydrostatics to such a degree!-I thought she had persisted from Jul. Oh, you torture me to the heart! I cannot | corresponding with him; but behold, this very bear it!

day, I have interceded another letter from the
fellow-I believe I have it in my pocket.
Capt. A. O, the devil! my last note!
Mrs. M. Ay, here it is.

[Aside.

Capt. A. Ay, my note, indeed! O, the little [Aside. traitress, Lucy ! Mrs. M. There, perhaps you may know the [ Gives him the letter. writing. Capt. A. I think I have seen the hand beforeyes, I certainly must have seen this hand before. Mrs. M. Nav, but read it, captain.

Capt. A. [Reads.] "My soul's idol, my adored Lydia!"-Very tender, indeed.

Faulk. I do not mean to distress you: if I loved you less, I should never give you an uneasy moment. I would not boast, yet let me say, that I have neither age, person, nor character, to found dislike on; my fortune such, as few ladies could be charged with indiscretion in the match. O, Julia! when love receives such countenance from prudence, nice minds will be suspicious of its birth. Jul I know not whither your insinuations would tend; but as they seem pressing to insult me, I will spare you the regret of having done so[Exit, crying. I have given no cause for this! Faulk. In tears! stay, Julia--stay, but for a moment-The door is fastened! Julia! my soul! but for one moment!-I hear her sobbing! 'Sdeath! what a brute am I to use her thus!-yet stay-Ay, she is coming now: how little resolution there is in woman! how a few soft words can turn them! [Sits down, and sings.] No, Z--ds! she's not coming, nor don't intend it, I suppose! This is not steadiness, but obstinacy! Yet I deserve it. What, after so long an absence, to quarrel with her tenderness! 'twas barbarous and unmanly!-1 should be ashamed to see her now.-I'll wait till her just resentment is abated, and when I distress | ma'am. her so again, may I lose her for ever.

[Exit.

SCENE III.--Mrs. Malaprop's Lodgings. Enter Mrs. MALAPROP, with a letter in her hand, Captain ABSOLUTE following.

Mrs. M. Your being Sir Anthony's son, captain, would itself be a sufficient accommodation; but from the ingenuity of your appearance, I am convinced you deserve the character here given of you.

Capt. A. Permit me to say, madam, that as I have never yet had the pleasure of seeing Miss Janguish, my principal inducement in this affair, at present, is the honour of being allied to Mrs. Malaprop, of whose intellectual accomplishments, elegant manners, and unaffected learning, no tongue

is silent.

Mrs. M. Sir, you do me infinite honour! I beg, captain, you'll be seated.-[Both sit.]-Ah! few gentlemen, now-a-days, know how to value the ineffectual qualities in a woman! few think how a little knowledge becomes a gentlewoman! Men have no sense, now, but for the worthless flower of beauty.

Capt. A. It is but too true, indeed, ma'am ; yet I fear our ladies should share the blame; they think our admiration of beauty so great, that knowledge, in them, would be superfluous. Thus, like garden trees, they seldom show fruit, till time has robbed them of the more specious blossoms: few, like Mrs. Malaprop, and the orange-tree, are rich in both at once.

Mrs. M. Tender! ay, and profane too, o' my conscience!

Capt. A. "I am excessively alarmed at the intelligence you send me, the more so as my new rival"

Mrs. M. That's you, sir.

Capt. A. "Has universally the character of being an accomplished gentleman, and a man of honour." Well, that's handsome enough.

Mrs. M. Oh, the fellow has some design in writing so.

Capt. A. That he had, I'll answer for him,

you

Mrs. M. But go on, sir-you'll see presently. As for the old weather-beaten sheCapt. A. ،، dragon, who guards you"-Who can he mean by that? Mrs. M. Me, sir-me-he means me therewhat do think now ?-but go on a little further. Capt. A. Impudent scoundrel!" it shall go hard but I will elude her vigilance; as I am told that the same ridiculous vanity, which makes her dress up her coarse features, and deck her dull chat Mrs. M. There, sir, an attack upon my language! with hard words which she don't understand "— what do you think of that?-an aspersion upon my parts of speech! was ever such a brute! Sure if I reprehend anything in this world, it is the use of my oracular tongue, and a nice derangement of epitaphs.

Capt. A. He deserves to be hanged and quarterMrs. M. You need not read it again, sir ! ed! let me see-" same ridiculous vanity". Capt. A. I beg pardon, ma'am-"does also lay her open to the grossest deceptions from flattery -"so that I have a scheme to see you shortly, and pretended admiration"-an impudent coxcomb with the old harridan's consent, and even to make her a go-between in our interviews."-Was ever such assurance!

Mrs. M. Did you ever hear anything like it? [They rise.] He'll elude my vigilance, will he?— yes, yes!-ha! ha! he's very likely to enter these Capt. A. So we will, ma'am-so we will.-Ha. doors!-we'll try who can plot best! Mrs. M. Sir, you overpower me with good breed-ha! ha! a conceited puppy! ha! ha ha!-We

but Mrs. Malaprop, as the girl seems so infatuated by this fellow, suppose you were to wink at her corresponding with him for a little time-let her even plot an elopement with him-then do you connive at her escape-while I, just in the nick, will have the fellow laid by the heels, and fairly contrive to carry her off in his stead.

Mrs. M. I am delighted with the scheme; never was anything better perpetrated.

Capt. A. But, pray, could I not see the lady for a few minutes now ?--I should like to try her temper a little.

Mrs. M. Why, I don't know; I doubt she is not prepared for a visit of this kind. There is a decorum in these matters.

Capt. A. O Lord, she won't mind me!-only tell her, Beverley

Mrs. M. Sir!

Mrs. M. What did you say of Beverley? Capt. A. Oh, I was going to propose that you should tell her, by way of jest, that it was Beverley who was below-she'd come down fast enough then-ha! ha! ha!

away, have passed myself on her for Captain Absolute.

Lyd. Oh, charming!-and she really takes you for young Absolute?

Capt. A. Oh, she's convinced of it. Lyd. Ha ha ha! I can't forbear laughing, to think how her sagacity is over-reached.

Capt. A. But we trifle with our precious moments-such another opportunity may not occur; then let me now conjure my kind, my condescending angel, to fix the time when I may rescue her from undeserved persecution, and, with a licensed warmth, plead for my reward.

Lyd. Will you then, Beverley, consent to forfeit that portion of my paltry wealth-that burden o the wings of love?

Capt. A. Oh, come to me-rich only thus-in loveliness! Bring no portion to me but thy love; 'twill be generous in you, Lydia; for well you know, it is the only dower your poor Beverley can repay.

Lyd. How persuasive are his words! how charming will poverty be with him!

[Aside.

Capt. A. By heavens, I would fing all goods of Mrs. M. 'Twould be a trick she well deserves; fortune from me with a prodigal hand, to enjoy besides, you know the fellow tells her he'll get my the scene where I might clasp my Lydia to my consent to see her-ha! ha! Let him, if he can, bosom, and say, the world affords no smile to me I say again. Lydia, come down here! [Calling.] but here. [Embracing her.] If she holds out now, He'll make me a go-between in their interviews! the devil is in it. [Aside. -ha! ha ha! Come down, I say, Lydia! I don't Lyd. Now could I fly with him to the Antipodes wonder at your laughing-ha! ha ha! his im--but my persecution is not yet come to a crisis. pudence is truly ridiculous.

Capt. A. 'Tis very ridiculous, upon my soul, ma'am !-ha! ha! ha!

Mrs. M. The little hussy won't hear. Well, I'll go and tell her at once who it is-she shall know that Captain Absolute is come to wait on her. And I'll make her behave as becomes a young

woman.

Capt. A. As you please, ma'am.

Mrs. M. For the present, captain, your servant -Ah, you've not done laughing yet, I see-elude my vigilance! yes, yes-Ha! ha! ha! [Exit. Capt. A. Ha! ha! ha! one would think, now, that I might throw off all disguise at once, and seize my prize with security; but such is Lydia's caprice, that, to undeceive, were probably to lose her. I'll see whether she knows me.

[Walks aside, surveying the pictures.

Enter LYDIA,

[Aside,

Enter Mrs. MALAPROP, listening. Mrs. M. I am impatient to know how the little hussy deports herself. [Aside. Capt. A. So pensive, Lydia!—is then your warmth abated?

Mrs. M. Warmth abated?-so?-she has been in a passion, I suppose. [Aside. Lyd. No; nor ever can while I have life. Mrs. M. An ill-temper'd little devil!-She'll be in a passion all her life, will she? [Aside. Lyd. Let her choice be Captain Absolute, but Beverley is mine.

Mrs. M. I am astonished at her assurance !-to his face-this to his face!

Capt. A. Thus, then, let me enforce my suit.

[Aside. [Kneeling.

Mrs. M. Ay-poor young man!-down on his knees, entreating for pity! -I can contain no longer. [Aside.]-Why, thou vixen!--I have overheard you.

[Aside.

Capt. A. Oh, confound her vigilance ! Mrs. M. Captain Absolute-I know not how to apologize for her shocking rudeness.

Lyd. What a scene am I now to go through! surely nothing can be more dreadful than to be obliged to listen to the loathsome addresses of a stranger to one's heart. I have heard of girls persecuted, as I am, who have appealed in behalf of their favoured lover to the generosity of his rival: suppose I were to try it-there stands the hated rival-an officer, too! but, oh, how unlike my Be-ladyverley! I wonder he don't begin-truly, he seems a very negligent wooer!-quite at his ease, upon my word! I'll speak first-Mr. Absolute ! Capt. A. Ma'am.

[Turns round.

Lyd. O heavens! Beverley! Capt. A. Hush! hush, my life! softly! be not surprised!

Lyd. I am so astonished! and so terrified! and so overjoyed! For Heaven's sake, how came you here?

I

Capt. A. Briefly. I have deceived your aunt. was informed that my new rival was to visit here this evening, and, contriving to have him kept

Capt. A. So, all's safe I find. [Aside.]-I have hopes, madam, that time will bring the young

Mrs. M. O, there's nothing to be hoped for from her! she's as headstrong as an allegory on the banks of the Nile.

Lyd. Nay, madam, what do you charge me with now?

Mrs. M. Why, thou unblushing rebel-didn't you tell this gentleman to his face, that you loved another better?-didn't you say you never would be his?

Lyd. No, madam, I did not.

Mrs. M. Good heavens, what assurance !-Lydia, Lydia, you ought to know that lying don't become a young woman! Didn't you boast that Beverley

SCENE IV.-Acres' Lodgings.

ACRES and DAVID discovered; ACRES just dressed.

Acres. Indeed, David-dress does make a difference, David.

Dav. 'Tis all in all, I think-difference? why, an' you were to go now to Clod Hall, I am certain the old lady wouldn't know you: master Butler wouldn't believe his own eyes, and Mrs. Pickle would cry," Lard presarve me!" our dairy-maid would come giggling to the door, and I warrant Dolly Tester, your honour's favourite, would blush like my waistcoat. Oons! I'll hold a gallon, there an't a dog in the house but would bark, and I question whether Phillis would wag a hair of her

Enter Sir LuCIUS.

Sir L. Mr. Acres. I am delighted to see you. Acres. My dear Sir Lucius, I kiss your hands. Sir L. Pray, my friend, what has brought you so suddenly to Bath?

Acres. 'Faith, I have followed Cupid's jack-alantern, and find myself in a quagmire at last!-In short, I have been very ill-used, Sir Lucius. I don't choose to mention names, but look on me as a very ill-used gentleman.

Sir L. Pray, what is the cause?-I ask no

names.

Acres. Mark me, Sir Lucius; I fall as deep as need be in love with a young lady-her friends take my part-I follow her to Bath-send word of my arrival; and receive answer, that the lady is to be otherwise disposed of. This, Sir Lucius, I call being ill-used.

Sir L. Very ill, upon my conscience !-Pray, can you divine the cause of it?

Acres. Why, there's the matter: she has another lover, one Beverley, who, I am told, is now in Bath.-Odds slanders and lies, he must be at the bottom of it.

Sir L. A rival in the case, is there? and you think he has supplanted you unfairly?

Acres. Unfairly! to be sure he has. He never could have done it fairly.

Sir L. Then sure you know what is to be done?
Acres. Not I, upon my soul!

Sir L. We wear no swords here, but you understand me?

Acres. What! fight him!

Sir L. Ay, to be sure what can I mean else?
Acres. But he has given me no provocation.

Sir L. Now, I think he has given you the greatest provocation in the world. Can a man commit a more heinous offence against another, than to fall in love with the same woman? Oh, by my soul, it is the most unpardonable breach of friendship.

Acres. Breach of friendship! Ay, ay; but I have no acquaintance with this man. I never saw him in all my life.

Sir L. That's no argument at all-he has the less right then to take such a liberty.

Acres. 'Gad, that's true-I grow full of anger, Sir Lucius!-I fire apace; odds hilts and blades! I find a man may have a deal of valour in him, and not know it!-But couldn't I contrive to have a little right on my side?

Sir L. What the devil signifies right when your honour is concerned? do you think Achilles, or my little Alexander the Great, ever inquired where the right lay? No, by my soul, they drew their broad swords, and left the lazy sons of peace to settle the justice of it.

Dav. I will. By the mass, I can't help looking at your head! if I hadn't been at the cooking, I wish I may die if I should have known the dish again my self. [Exit. [ACRES comes forward with a dancing step. Acres. Sink, slide-coupee-Confound the first inventors of cotillions, say I!-they are as bad as algebra to us country gentlemen-I can walk a minuet easy enough, when I am forced-and I have been accounted a good stick in a country dance. Acres. Your words are a grenadier's march to my Odds jigs and tabors!-1 never valued your cross-heart! I believe courage must be catching!-I over to couple-figure in-right and left-and I'd certainly do feel a kind of valour arising, as it foot it with e'er a captain in the country!-but were-a kind of courage, as I may say-Odds these outlandish heathen allemandes and cotillions flints, pans, and triggers! I'll challenge him diare quite beyond me!-I shall never prosper at rectly. them, that's sure-mine are true-born English legs -they don't understand their cursed French lingo! their pas this, and pas that, and pas t'other! damn me! my feet don't like to be called paws!

Sir L. Ah! my little friend! if we had Blunderbuss Hall here-I could show you a range of ancestry, in the O'Trigger line, that would furnish the New Room, every one of whom had killed his man!-For though the mansion-house and dirty acres have slipped through my fingers, I thank Heaven, our honour and the family pictures are as fresh as ever.

Acres. Oh, Sir Lucius, I have had ancestors too!