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Hunks reads-[I had almost forgot to tell you, that last Thursday my son was married to Miss Clary Brentford, and that all parties are very happy in the connexion.] Confu. sion! (throws down the letter.) · What does this mean? married to Clary Brentford ! This is exactly one of cousin Tom's villainous tricks. He promised me that his son should marry my daughter, upon condition that I would give her those two farms ; but I can't imagin from what stupid motives he has altered his ...nd. | Blithe. Disappointment is the common lot of all men, even our surest expectations are subject to misfortune.
Hunks. Disappointment ! this comes from a quarter from which I least expected one.
But there's the deeds, I'll take care to secure them again ; 'tis a good hit that I did not give them to the young rogue beforehand.
Blithe. That was well thought of ; you keep a good look out, I see, though you cannot avoid some disappointments. I see nothing in the way now, to hinder my son's proceeding ; you will easily grant your consent, now you're cut off from your former expectations.
Hunks. I can't see into this crooked affair-I'm heartily vex'd at it. What could induce that old villain to deceive me in this manner? I fear this was some scheme of my daughter's to pitvent the effect of my design. If this is her plan, if she sets so light by two thousand pounds, she shall soon know what it is to want it, I'll promise her.
Blithe. If you had bestowed your gift, without crossing her inclination, she would have accepted it very thankfully.
Hunks. O, I don't doubt it in the least ; that would have been a pretty story, indeed ! but since she insists upon gratifying a foolish fancy, she may follow her own inclination, and take the consequences of it ; I'll keep the favors Í meant to bestow on her, for those that know how to prize them, and that merit them by a becoming gratitude.
Blithe. But you won't reject her destitute of a patrimony and a father's blessing?
Hunks. Not one farthing shall she ever receive from my hand. Your son may take her, but her person is barely all that I'll give him ; he has seduced her to disobey her father, and he shall feel the effects of it.
Blithe. You are somewhat ruffled, I perceive, but I hope you'll recall these rash resolutions in your cooler mo. ments.
Hunks. No, never, I give you my word, and that's as fix. ed as the laws of the Medes and Persians.
Blithe. But look ye, Sir, here's another circumstance to be attended to ; my son has the deeds already in his own hands.
Hunks. Deeds ! what deeds ? those I gave to my brother? Blithe. Yes, the very same.
Hunks. What a composition of villainy and witchcraft is here? What! my deeds give up to your son ?
Blithe. Yes ; your brother thought that my son had an undoubted title to them now, since his cousin was married, and so he gave them up the next day.
Hunks. This is intolerable! I could tear the scalp from my old brainless scull ; why had I not more wit than to wust them with him ? I'm cheated every way! I can't Biust a farthing with the best friend I have upon earth!
Blithe. That is very true, 'tis no wonder you can't trust your best friends. The truth of the case is, you have no friend, nor can you expect any so long as you make an idol of yourself, and feast your sordid avaricious appetite upon the misfortunes of mankind. You take every possible advantage, by the present calamities, to gratfy your own selfish disposition. So long as this is the case, depend upon it, you will be an object of universal detestation. There is no one ou earth that would not rejoice to see how you're brought in. Your daugi:ter now has got a good inheritance, and an agree. able partiter, which you were in duty bound to grant her ; but instead of that, you were then doing your utmost to de. prive her of every enjoyment in life. (Hinnks puts his hand to his breast.) I don't wonder your conscience smites you
your villainy. Don't you see how justly you have been cheated into your duty ?
Hunks. I'll go this moment to an attorney, and get a warrant ; I'll put the villain in jail before an hour is at an end. Oh my deeds! my farms! what shall I do for my farms !
Blithe. Give yourself no farther trouble about them, there's no evidence in the case ; you must be sensible, therefore, an action can't lie. I would advise you to rest contented, and learn from disappointments, not to place such an exhorbitant value upon wealth. In the mean time I should be very glad of your company at the wedding. My son and his wife would be very happy to see you.
Hunks. The dragon fly away with you, and your son, and your son's wife. O my farms ! what shall I do for my farms!
CONTEMPT of the common Objects of PURSUIT.
Act well yunr part, there all the honor lies.
Look next on greatness. Say where greatness lies?
Like good Aurelius let him reign ; or bleed
In parts superior, what advantage lies?
Bring then these blessings to a strict account ;
Mark how they grace Lord Umbra, or Sir Billy.
A saint in crape is twice a saint in lawn ;
DESCRIPTION OF A STORM OF HAIL.
And scarce were Gibeon's loftiest spires beheld ; When up the west, dark clouds began to rise, Sail'd o'er the hills and lengthened round the skies ; A ridge of folding fire, their summits shone, But fearful blackness all beneath was thrown ; Swift round the sun the spreading gloom was hurid, And night and solitude amaz'd the world.
At once the voice of deep resounding gales Rung slow and solemn in the distant vales ; Then through the groves and o'er the extended plain,