telleth me I shall convert thee, Anne. Miss L. 'Tis a lying spirit, don't believe it. Col. F. Say'st thou so? Why then thou shalt convert me, my angel.

[Catching her in his arms. Miss L. [Shrieks] Ah! monster, hold off, or I'll tear thy eyes out.

Col. F. Hush! for heaven's sake-dost thou not know me? I am Feignwell.

Miss L. Feignwell.

Re-enter OBADIAH PRIM.

Oh, I'm undone! Prim here-I wish with all my soul I had been dumb.

Obad. What is the matter? Why didst thou shriek out, Anne?

Enter SERVANT. Sero. There is another Simon Pure, inquireth for thee, master.

[Aside.

Col. F. The devil there is, Obad. Another Simon Pure! I do not know him, is he any relation of thine?

Col. F. No, friend, I know him not.-Pox
take him: I wish he were in Pennsylvania
again, with all my soul.
[Aside.

Miss. L. What shall I do?
Obad. Bring him up.

Col. F. Humph! then one of us must go down, that's certain-Now impudence assist me. Enter SIMON PURE.

Obad. What is thy will with me, friend?
Simon. Didst thou not receive a letter from

Obad. Yea, and Simon Pure is already here, friend.

Col. F. And Simon Pure will stay here, friend, if it be possible. [Aside.

Miss. L. Shriek out! I'll shriek and shriek again, cry murder, thieves, or any thing, to Aminadab Holdfast of Bristol, concerning one drown the noise of that eternal babbler, if Simon Pure? you leave me with him any longer, Obad. Was that all? Fie, fie, Anne, Col. F. No matter, I'll bring down her stomach, I'll warrant thell-Leave us, I pray thee? Obad. Fare thee well. Verily, I was afraid the flesh had got the better of the spirit. [Exit. Col. F. My charming lovely woman! [Embraces her. Miss L. What meanest thou by this disguise, Feignwell? Col. F. To set thee free, if thou wilt per-friend, Aminadab Holdfast, wrote to my friend form thy promise.

Miss L. Make me mistress of my fortune, and make thy own conditions.

Col. F. This night shall answer all my wishes. -See here I have the consent of three of thy guardians already, and doubt not but Prim will make the fourth. [Obadiah listening. Obad. I would gladly hear what arguments the good man useth to bend her. [Aside. Miss. L. Thy words give me new life, me-I thinks.

Obad. What do I hear?

Simon. That's an untruth, for I am he. Col. F. Take thou heed, friend, what thou dost say: I do affirm that I am Simon Pure. Simon. Thy name may be Pure, friend, but not that Pure.

Col. F. Yea, that Pure which my good

Prim about: the same Simon Pure that came
from Pennsylvania, and sojourned in Bristol
eleven days: thou wouldst not take my name
from me, wouldst thou?-till I have done
with it.
[Aside.

Simon. Thy name! I am astonished! Col. F. At what? at thy own assurance? [Going up to him, Simon Pure starts back. Simon. Avaunt, satan, approach me not: defy thee, and all thy works. Miss. L. Oh, he'll out-cant him.-Undone, undone for ever. [Aside. Miss. L. Thou best of men, heaven meant Col. F. Hark thes, friend, thy sham will to bless me sure, when I first saw thee. not take-Don't exert thy voice, thou art too Obad. He hath mollified her-O wonderful well acquainted with satan to start at him, conversion! thou wicked reprobate-What can thy design Col. F. [Softly] Ha! Prim listening.-No be here? more, my love, we are observed: seem to be edified, and give 'em hopes that thou wilt turn quaker, and leave the rest to me. [Aloud. I am glad to find that thou art touched with but which I cannot say. what I said unto thee, Anne; another time I will explain the other article unto thee: in the mean while be thou dutiful to our friend

Prim.

Miss. L. I shall obey thee in every thing. [Obadiah comes forward. Obad. Oh, what a prodigious change is here! Thou hast wrought a miracle, friend! Anne, how dost thou like the doctrine he hath preached?

Enter a SERVANT who gives PRIM a Letter.
Obad. One of these must be a counterfeit,

Col. F. What can that letter be? [Aside. Simon. Thou must be the devil, friend, that's certain; for no human power can speak so great a falsehood.

Obad. This letter sayeth that thou art better acquainted with that prince of darkness, than any here-Read that, I pray thee, Simon. [Gives it to the Colonel. Col. F. Tis Freeman's hand. - [Reads] There is a design formed to rob your Miss. L. So well, that I could talk to him house this night, and cut your throat; and for ever, methinks-I am ashamed of my for- for that purpose there is a man disguised mer folly, and ask your pardon. like a quaker, who is to pass for one SiCol. F. Enough, enough, that thou art sorry: mon Pure: the gang, whereof I am one, he is no pope, Anne. though now resolved to rob no more, has Obad. True, I am no pope, Anne. Verily, been at Bristol: one of them came in the thou dost rejoice me exceedingly, friend: will coach with the quaker, whose name he hath it please thee to walk into the next room, and taken; und from what he hath gathered refresh thyself?-Come, take the maiden by from him, formed that design, and did not the hand. doubt but he should impose so far upon you as to make you turn out the real Si

Col. F. We will follow thee.

mon Pure, and keep him with you. Make meaneth this struggling within me? I feel the the right use of this. Adieu.-Excellent well! spirit resisteth the vanities of this world, but [Aside. the flesh is rebellious, yea, the flesh-1 greatly fear the flesh and the weakness thereof

Obad. Dost thou hear this? [To Simon Pure. hum-1) Simon. Yea, but it moveth me not: that doubtless is the impostor.

Obad. The maid is inspir'd. [Aside] Prodigious! The damsel is filled with the spirit [Pointing at the Colonel. -Sarah. Col. F. Ah! thou wicked one-now I consider thy face, I remember thou didst come

Enter MRS. PRIM.

up in the leathern conveniency with me- Mrs. P. I am greatly rejoiced to see such thou hadst a black bob-wig on, and a brown a change in our beloved Anne. I came to camblet coat with brass buttons-Canst thou tell thee that supper stayeth for thee. deny it, ha?

Simon. Yes, I can, and with a safe science too, friend.

Obad. Verily, friend, thou art the impudent villain I ever saw.

Col. F. I am not disposed for thy food; con- my spirit longeth for more delicious meat!fain would I redeem this maiden from the most tribe of sinners, and break those cords asunder wherewith she is bound-humMiss L. Something whispers in my ears,

Miss L. Nay, then, I'll have a fling at him. [Aside] I remember the face of this fellow methinks that I must be subject to the will at Bath-Ay, this is he that pick'd, my lady of this good man, and from him only must Raffle's pocket in the grove-Don't you re- hope for consolation-hum-It also telleth me member that the mob pump'd1) you, friend? that I am a chosen vessel to raise up seed -This is the most notorious rogueto the faithful, and that thou must consent Simon. What does provoke thee to seek my that we two be one flesh according to the life? Thou wilt not hang me, wilt thou, word-humwrongfully?

Obad. What a revelation is here! This is Obad. She will do thee no hurt, nor thou certainly part of thy vision, friend; this is shalt do me none; therefore get thee about the maiden's growing unto thy side: ah! with thy business, friend, and leave thy wicked what willingness should I give thee my concourse of life, or thou mayst not come off so sent, could I give thee her fortune too-but favourably every where. Simon, I pray thee, thou wilt never get the consent of the wicked put him forth.

ones.

Col. F. Go, friend, I would advise thee, Col. F. I wish I was sure of yours. [Aside. and tempt thy fate no more. Obad. Thy soul rejoiceth, yea, rejoiceth, I Simon. Yes, I will go; but it shall be to say, to find the spirit within thee; for lo, it thy confusion; I shall clear myself; I will moveth thee with natural agitation-yea, with return with some proofs that shall convince natural agitation towards this good man-yea, thee, Obadiah, that thou art highly imposed on. it stirreth, as one may say-yea, verily I say, [Exit. it stirreth up thy inclination-yea, as Col. F. Then there will be no staying for would stir a pudding. me, that's certain-what the devil shall I do? All. Hum!

[Aside.

one

Miss L. I see, I see! the spirit guiding of Obad. What monstrous works of iniquity thy hand, good Obadiah Prim, and now beare there in this world, Simon? hold thou art signing thy consent--and now Col. F. Yea, the age is full of vice-'Sdeath, I see myself within thy arms, my friend and I am so confounded I know not what to say. brother, yea, I am become bone of thy bone, [Aside. and flesh of thy flesh. [Embracing him] Obad. Thou art disorder'd, friend,-art thou Humnot well?

Mrs. P. The spirit hath greatly moved them Col. F. My spirit is greatly troubled, and both-friend Prim, thou must consent; there's something telleth me, that though I have no resisting of the spirit! wrought a good work in converting this maiden, Obad. Fetch me the pen and ink, Sarahthis tender maiden, yet my labour will be and my hand shall confess its obedience to in vain: for the evil spirit fighteth against her: the spirit. [Exit Mrs. Prim. and I see, yea I see with the eye of my inCol. F. I wish it were over. ward man, that satan will re-buffet her again, Re-enter MRS. PRIM, with Pen and Ink. whenever I withdraw myself from her; and Miss L. I tremble lest this quaking rogue she will, yea, this very damsel will return again to that abomination from whence I have should return, and spoil all. Aside. retriev'd her, as it were, yea, as if it were Obad. Here, friend, do thou write what out of the jaws of the fiend.the spirit prompteth, and I will sign it.

Miss L. I must second him. [Aside] What 1) Any gentleman or other found with his hand in his neighbour's pocket, or with any thing that he has taken from the said neighbour's pocket, with an intent to steal, is forthwith taken to the nearest pump, and held with his head below the cold stream, which is pumped upon him, without intermission, till he, the said pickpocket is half drowned. Then all the boys of the parish assemble together and hunt the poor wretch all through the streets, till he can find some hole to hide himself. The English, as in the time of Richard I, seem to like to take the law into their own hands, witness the frequent boxing-matches in the street.

[Col. L. sits down.

Col. F. [Reads] This is to certify all 1) This hum is intended to express the long sigh, or rather groan, that is performed by the Quakers, at the end of a speech to which the spirit has moved them. The actor makes this irresistibly comic on the stage, by clasping his hands, sticking his elbows close to his side, his feet close-joined and completely straight, head and eyes raised towards the ceiling, and then, in this position, raises himself on his toes at the beginning of the word hu-and enforces the emphasis by degrees coming down again en his heels at the full point-m his thumbs twirling rapidly in the mean time,

whom it may concern, that I do freely| Trade. Harkye, miss Lovely, one word with give all my right and title in Anne Lovely, you. [Takes hold of her Hand. to Simon Pure, and my full consent that Col. F. This maiden is my wife, thanks to my she shall become his wife according to the friend Prim, and thou hast no business with form of marriage. Witness my hand. her. [Takes her from him. Obad. That's enough-give me the pen. Trade. His wife! harkye, Mr. Freeman. Per. Why you have made a very fine piece of work of it, Mr. Prim.

[Signs it.

Enter BETTY, running to MISS LOVELY. Sir P. Married to a quaker! thou art a fine Betty. Oh! madam, madam, here's the fellow to be left guardian to an orphan truly quaking man again: he has brought a coach--there's a husband for a young lady! man, and two or three more.

Miss L. Ruin'd past_redemption!

[Aside to the Colonel. Col. F. No, no; one minute sooner had spoil'd all; but now-here's company coming, friend, give me the paper. [Going to Prim hastily. Obad. Here it is, Simon; and I wish thee happy with the maiden.

Col. F. When I have put on my beau clothes, sir Philip, you'll like me betterSir P. Thou wilt make a very scurvy beau -friend

you

Col. F. I believe I can prove it under your hand that you thought me a very fine gentleman in the Park t'other day, about thirty-six minutes after eleven; will you take a pinch, sir Philip?-One of the finest snuff-boxes Miss L.'Tis done; and now,devil,do thy worst. ever saw. [Offers him snuff. Sir P. Ha, ha, ha! I am overjoyed, 'faith I Enter SIMON PURE, Coachman, and others. am, if thou be'st the gentleman-I own I did Simon. Look thee, friend, I have brought give my consent to the gentleman I brought these people to satisfy thee that I am not that here to-day-but whether this is he I can't be impostor which thou didst take me for: this positive.

is the man that did drive the leathern con- Obad. Canst thou not!-Now I think thou veniency, and brought me from Bristol-and art a fine fellow to be left guardian to an orthis isphan.-Thou shallow-brain'd shuttlecock,he may Col. F. Lookye, friend, to save the court be a pickpocket for aught thou dost know. the trouble of examining witnesses-I plead Per. You would have been two rare fellows guilty, ha, ha! to have been entrusted with the sole manage

Obad. How's this? Is not thy name Pure then? ment of her fortune, would ye not, think ye? Col. F. No, really, sir; I only made bold But Mr. Tradelove and myself shall take care with this gentleman's name-but here I give of her portion.

it up safe and sound: it has done the business Trade. Ay, ay, so we will-Didn't you tell I had occasion for, and now I intend to wear me the Dutch merchant desired me to meet my own, which shall be at his service upon him here, Mr. Freeman?

any time. Ha, ha, ha!

the same occasion at
Simon. Oh! the wickedness of the age!
[Exit Coachman, etc.
Obad. I am struck dumb with thy impu-
dence, Anne; thou hast deceiv'd me-and per-
chance undone thyself.

Free. I did so, and I am sure he will be here, if you'll have a little patience.

Cot. F. What, is Mr. Tradelove impatient? Nay, then, ib ben gereet voor your, he be, Jan Van Timtamtirelereletta Heer Van Feignwell, vergeeten!

Mrs. P. Thou art a dissembling baggage, and Trade. Oh! pox of the name! what have you trick'd me too, Mr. Freeman?

shame will overtake thee.

[Exit. Simon. I am grieved to see thy wife so much troubled: I will follow and console her. [Exit. Enter Servant.

Sere. Thy brother guardians inquire for thee: here is another man with them. Miss L. Who can that other man be? [To Col. F. Col. F. Tis Freeman, a friend of mine, whom I ordered to bring the rest of the guardians here.

Col. F. Trick'd, Mr. Tradelove! did not I give you two thousand pounds for your consent fairly? And now do you tell a gentleman he has trick'd you?

Per. So, so, you are a pretty guardian, 'faith, to sell your charge: what, did you look upon her as part of your stock?

Obad. Ha, ha, ha! I am glad thy knavery is found out, however-I confess the maiden overreached me, and I had no sinister end at all.

Per. Ay, ay, one thing or other over-reached Enter SIR PHILIP MODELOVE, TRADELOVE, you all,-but I'll take care he shall never finPERIWINKLE, and FREEMAN. ger a penny of her money, I warrant you-、、 Free. Is all safe? Did my letter do you ser- over-reach'd, quotha! Why I might have been vice? [Aside to the Colonel. over-reach'd too, if I had no more wit: I don't Col F. All, all's safe! ample service. [Aside. know but this very fellow may be him that Sir P. Miss Nancy, how dost do, child? was directed to me from Grand Cairo t'other Miss L. Don't call me miss, friend Philip; my name is Anne, thou knowest.

Sir P. What, is the girl metamorphos'd? Miss L. I wish thou wert so metamorphos'd. Ah! Philip, throw off that gaudy attire, and wear the clothes becoming thy age.

day. Ha, ha, ha!

Col. F. The very same.

Per. Are you so, sir? but your trick would not pass upon me.

Col. F. No, as you say, at that time it did not, that was not my lucky hour-but, harkye, Obad. I am ashamed to see these men. [Aside. sir, I must let you into one secret-you may Sir P. My age! the woman is possess'd. keep honest John Tradescant's coat on, for Col. F. No, thou art possess'd rather, friend. your uncle, sir Toby Periwinkle, is not dead

so the charge of mourning will be saved, dam, who understands dress and good breedha, ha, ha!-Don't you remember Mr. Pillage, ing.-I was resolved she should have one of your uncle's steward? Ha, ha, ha! my choosing. Per. Not dead! I begin to fear I am trick'd too. Col. F. Don't you remember the signing of a lease, Mr. Periwinkle?

Trade. A beau! nay, then, she is finely help'd up.

Miss L. Why beaus are great encouragers

Per. Well, and what signifies that lease, if of trade, sir, ha, ha, ha! my uncle is not dead?-Ha! I am sure it was a lease I signed.

Col. F. Ay, but it was a lease for life, sir, and of this beautiful tenement, I thank you. [Taking hold of Miss Lovely. Omnes. Ha, ha, ha! Neighbour's fare. Free. So then, I find, you are all trick'd, ha, ha! Per. I am certain I read as plain a lease as ever I read in my life.

Col. F. Lookye, gentlemen-I am the person who can give the best account of myself; and I must beg sir Philip's pardon, when I tell him, that I have as much aversion to what he calls dress and breeding, as I have to the enemies of my religion. I have had the honour to serve his majesty, and headed a regiment of the bravest fellows that ever push'd bayonet in the throat of a Frenchman; and Col. F. You read a lease I grant you; but notwithstanding the fortune this lady brings you sign'd this contract. [Showing a Paper. Per. How durst you put this trick upon me, Mr. Freeman? Didn't you tell me my uncle was dying?

Free. And would tell you twice as much to serve my friend, ha, ha!

Sir. P. What, the learned and famous Mr. Periwinkle chous'd too!-Ha, ha, ha!-I shall die with laughing, ha, ha, ba!

Trade. Well, since you have out-witted us all, pray you what and who are you, sir?

Sir P. Sir, the gentleman is a fine gentleman.-I am glad you have got a person, ma

me, whenever my country wants my aid, this
sword and arm are at her service.

And now, my fair, if thou'lt but deign to smile,
I meet a recompense for all my toil:
Love and religion ne'er admit restraint,
And force makes many sinners, not one saint;
Still free as air the active mind does rove,
And searches proper objects for its love;
But that once fix'd, 'tis past the power of art
To chase the dear idea from the heart:
'Tis liberty of choice that sweetens life,
Makes the glad husband, and the happy wife.
[Exeunt.

THE BUSY BODY,

ACTED at the Theatre Royal in Drurylane 1709. At the rehearsal of it, Mr. Wilks had so mean on opinion of his part (Sir George Airy) that one morning in a passion he threw it off the stage into the pit, and swore that nobody would sit to hear such stuff. The poor frighted poetess (Mrs. Centlivre) begged him with tears to take it up again, which he did mutteringly and about the latter end of April the play was acted for the first time. There had been scarcely any thing mentioned of it in the town before it came out; but those who had heard of it, were told it was a silly thing Written by a woman; that the players had no opinion of it, etc. and on the first day there was a very poor house, scarcely charges. Under these circumstances it cannot be supposed that the play appeared to much advantage; the audience only came there for want of another place to go to; but without any expectation of being much diverted. They were yawning at the beginning of it, but were agreeably surprised, more and more every act, till at last the house rung with as much applause as was possible to be given by so thin an audience. The next day there was a better house, and the third crowded for the benefit of the author, and so it continued till the thirteenth. To do justice to the auhor, it must be confessed, that although the language of it is very indifferent, and the plot mingled with some improbabilities, yet the amusing sprightliness of business, and the natural impertinence in the character of Marplot, make considerable amends for the above-mentioned deficiencies, and render it even to this hour an entertaining performance. The dumb scene of Sir George with Miranda, and the history of the garden gate, are both borrowed from Ben Jonaan's comedy of The Devil's an Ass. This play was dedicated to Lord Somers. Sir Richard Steele, speaking of it, says, "The plot and the incidents are laid with that subtility of spirit which is peculiar to females of wit, and is very idom well performed by those of the other sex, in whom craft in love is an act of intention, and not, as with women, the effect of nature and instinct."

Sir G. There are some men, Charles, whom fortune has left free from inquietudes, who are diligently studious to find out ways and means to make themselves uneasy.

Enter SIR GEORGE AIRY, meeting CHARLES Charles. HA! sir George Airy a birding Charles. Is it possible that any thing in nathus early! What forbidden game rous'd you ture can ruffle the temper of a man whom so soon? for no lawful occasion could invite the four seasons of the year compliment with a person of your figure abroad at such un- as many thousand pounds; nay, and a father fashionable hours 1). at rest with his ancestors?

1) The people of fashion in London, in order to avoid their aversion, mixing with persons of any other rank than their own, turn the night into day, and the day]

into night; so that noon with them is generally early in the morning, and in their calculation of time, the words afternoon and night are entirely left out

Sir G. Why, there it is now! a man that he intend to do with Miranda? Is she to be wants money thinks none can be unhappy sold in private, or will he put her up by way that has it; but my affairs are in such a whim- of auction, at who bids most? If so, 'egad I'm sical posture that it will require a calculation for him; my gold, as you say, shall be subof my nativity to find if my gold will relieve servient to my pleasure.

me or not.

Charles. To deal ingenuously with you, sir Charles. Ha, ha, ha! never consult the stars George, I know very little of her or home; about that; gold has a power beyond them. for since my uncle's death, and my return Then what can thy business be that gold won't from travel, I have never been well with my serve thee in? father; he thinks my expenses too great, and Sir G. Why I'm in love. I his allowance too little; he never sees me Charles. In love!-Ha, ha, ha, ha! in love! but he quarrels, and to avoid that I shun his -Ha, ha, ha, ha! with what, pr'ythee? a house as much as possible. The report is he cherub? intends to marry her himself.

Sir G. No; with a woman.

Charles. A woman! good. IIa, ha, ha, ha!

and gold not help thee

Sir G. Can she consent to it? Charles. Yes, faith, so they say: but I tell you I am wholly ignorant of the matter. I Sir G. But suppose I'm in love with two-fancy she plays the mother-in-law already, Charles. Ay, if thou'rt in love with two and sets the old gentleman on to do mischief. hundred, gold will fetch 'em, I warrant thee, Sir G. Then I have your free consent to boy. But who are they? who are they? come. get her? Sir G. One is a lady whose face I never saw, but witty to a miracle; the other beautiful as Venus

Charles. And a fool

Charles. Ay, and my helping hand, if occasion be.

Sir G. Poh! yonder's a fool coming this way; let's avoid him.

Charles. What, Marplot? No, no, he's my

Sir G. For aught I know, for I never spoke to her; but you can inform me. I am charm'd instrument; there's a thousand conveniences by the wit of the one, and die for the beauty in him; he'll lend me his money when he has of the other. any, run of my errands, and be proud on it; Charles. And pray which' are you in quest in short, he'll pimp for me, lie for me, drink of now? for me, do any thing but fight for me; and Sir G. I prefer the sensual pleasure; I'm that I trust to my own arm for. for her I've seen, who is thy father's ward, Miranda.

Sir G. Nay, then he's to be endured; I never knew his qualifications before.

Charles. Nay, then I pity you; for the Jew, my father, will no more part with her and Enter MARPLOT, with a Patch across his thirty thousand pounds than he would with al guinea to keep me from starving.

Sir G. Now you see gold can't do every thing, Charles.

Charles. Yes; for 'tis her gold that bars my father's gate against you.

Face.

am

Mar. Dear Charles, yours-Ha! sir George Airy! the man in the world I have an bition to be known to! [Aside] Give me thy hand, dear boy.

Charles. A good assurance! But barkye, how Sir G. Why, if he be this avaricious wretch, came your beautiful countenance clouded in how cam'st thou by such a liberal education? the wrong place?

Charles. Not a souse out of his pocket, I Mar. I must confess 'tis a little mal-a-proassure you: I had an uncle who defray'd that pos; but no matter for that. A word with charge; but for some little wildness of youth, you, Charles. Pr'ythee introduce me to sir though he made me his heir, left dad my George-he is a man of wit, and I'd give ten guardian till I came to years of discretion, guineas towhich I presume the old gentleman will never Charles. When you have 'em, you mean. think I am; and now he has got the estate Mar. Ay, when I have 'em; pugh, pox, you into his clutches, it does me no more good cut the thread of my discourse-I would give than if it lay in Prester John's 1) dominions. ten guineas, I say, to be rank'd in his acquainSir G. What, canst thou find no stratagem tance. But, pr'ythee, introduce me. to redeem it?

Charles. I have made many essays to no purpose; though want, the mistress of invention, still tempts me on, yet still the old fox| is too cunning for me.-I am upon my last project, which if it fails, then for my last refuge, a brown musket. 2)

Sir G. What is't? can I assist thee? Charles. Not yet; when you can, I have confidence enough in you to ask it.

Charles. Well, on condition you'll give us a true account how you came by that mourning nose, will.

Mar. I'll do it.

Charles. Sir George, here's a gentleman bas a passionate desire to kiss your hand.

Sir G. Oh! I honour men of the sword! and I presume this gentleman is lately come from Spain or Portugal-by his scars.

Mar. No really, sir George, mine sprung Sir G. I am always ready. But what does from civil fury. Happening last night into the groom porter's-I had a strong inclination to 1) A certain priest of the name of John, is said to have go ten guineas with a sort of a, sort of atravelled into the mountains of Thibet, and there to kind of a milksop, as I thought. A pox of the have founded the religion of Dalai Lama, sometime in the 11th century. A farther account is to be seen dice! he flung out, and my pockets being in the History of the Church. empty, as Charles knows they often are, he proved a surly North Briton, and broke my face for my deficiency.

2) The soldiers call their musket, "brown Bess;" it

means here to enlist for a soldier.