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Charles. Yes; but they were received with Maj. O. For shame! hold out, if you are the utmost contempt. The old gentleman, it a man.

Apart. seems, hates a lord, and he told her so in Oak. She has been so much vexed this plain terms.

morning already, I must humour her a little Maj. 0. Such an aversion to the nobility now.

[ Apart. may not run in the blood. The girl, I war- Maj. O. Fie! fie! go out, or you are undone. rant you, has no objection. Ilowever, if she's

[Apart. there, watch her narrowly, Charles, Lady Oak. You see it's impossible.— I'll dine at Freelove is as mischievous as a monkey, and home with thee, my love. as cunning too. -Have a care of her, I say,

[ Apart to Mrs. Oakly. have a care of ber.

Mrs. 0. Ay, ay, pray do, sir.- Dine at a Charles. If she's there, I'll bave ber out of tavern indeed!

[Going. the house within this half hour, or set fire Oak. [Returning] You may depend on me to it.

another time, major. Maj. (). Nay, now you are too violent-- Maj. 0. Sieel and adamant!-Ah! stay a momeni, and we'll consider what's best Mrs. 0. [Returning] Mr. Oakly! to be donc.

Oak. O, my dear! (Erit, with Mrs. Oakly. Enter OAKLY.

Muj. 0. Ha, ha, ha! There's a picture of reOak. Come, is the coach ready? Let us be solution there goes a philosopher for you! gone. Does Charles go with us?

ha! Charles ! Charles. I go with you!- What can I do? Charles. 0, uncle! I have no spirits to I am so rexed and distracted, and so many laugh now, thoughts crowd in upon me, I don't know Maj. 0. So! I have a fine time on't between which way to turn myself.

you and my brother. Will you meet me to Mrs. 0! [77 ithin] The coach!-dines out! dinner at the St. Albans by four? We'll drink -where is your master?

her health. and think of this affair, Oak. Zounds, brother! here she is!

Charles. Don't depend on I shall be

ruming all over the town, in pursuit of my Re-enter Mrs. Oakly.

Harriol; at all events I'll go directly to lady Mrs. 0. Pray, Mr. Oakly, what is the mal- Freelove's. If I find ber not there, which way ter you cannot dine at home to-day? I shall direct myself, heaven knows.

Oak. Don't be uneasy, my dear!-I have Maj. 0. Harkye, Charles! If you meet with
a little business !o settle with” my brother; so her, you may be at a loss. Bring her to my
I am only just going to dinner, with him and house; I have a snug room, and
Charles, io the tavern.

Charles. Phoo! Pr'ythee, uncle, don't triffle Mrs. 0. Why cannot you settle your busi- with me now. ness here, as well as at a tavern} but it is Maj. 0. Well, seriously then, my house is some of your ladies' business, I suppose, and at your service. so you must get rid of my company. - This Charles. I thank you; but I must be gone. is chielly your fault, major Oakly!

Maj. 0. Ay, ay, bring her to my house, Maj. 0. Lord, sister, what signifies it, whether and we'll settle the whole affair for you. You a tan dines at home or abroad? (Coolly: shall clap her into a post-chaise, take the

Mrs. 0. It signifies a great deal, sir! and chaplain of our regiment along with you, I don't choose

wheel her down to Scotland ?), and when you Maj. O. Phoo! let him go, my dear sister, come back, send to settle her fortune with let him go! he will be ten times better com- her father; that's the modern art of making pany when he comes back. I tell you what, lore, Charles !

[Exeuni. sister-you sit a home till you are quite tired of one another, and then you grow cross,

ACT II. and fall out. If you would but part a little Scene I.-A Room in the Bull and Gate Inn. now and then, you might meet again in humour.

Enter Sir Harry Beagle 2) and Tom. Mrs.0. I beg, major Oakly, that you would Sir H. Ten guineas a mare, and a crown trouble yourself about your own affairs; and the man? hey, Tom! let me tell you, sir, that I

Tom. Yes, your honour. Oak. Nay, do not put thyself into a passion Sir H. And are you sure, Tom, that there with the major, my dear! --It is not his fault; is no llaw in his blood ? and I shall come back thee very soon. Tom. He's a good thing, sir, and as little

Mrs. 0. Come back;-- why need you go beholden to the ground, as any horse that out?-I know well enough when you mean to deceive me; for then there is always a

1) A spirited girl in England, when opposed in her choice

of a husband by her parents, used to make nothing of pretence of dining with sir John, or my lord, agreeing with her lover lo sel off with him to Grelna or somebody; but when you tell me that you Green (on the borders of Scotland), 10 get married; but

now this custom is abulislied, and the blacksmith who are going to a tavern, it's such a bare-faced affront

used to perform the marriage ceremony has been for

bidden to act, since Lord E-look his flight towards Oak. This is so strange now!-Why, my those regions on the same ercand; so thal, now the lodear, I shall only just

vers are obliged to have the ceremony performed in a

hoal on the river there, and this marriage is perfectly Mrs. 0. Only' jast go after the lady in the lelter, I suppose.

2) We hare an excellent specimen, in sir f. Beagle, of Oak. Well, well, I won't go then.—Will one of our racing and tox-hunting country-squires; obat convince you? I'll stay with you, my

as he speaks entirely in the language of the turf (racedear. Will that satisfy you?

ground), some of his sporting terms require an explanation,


ever went over the turt upon four legs. Why I lose my match with lord Chokejade, by not here's his whole pedigree, ?) your honour! riding myself, and I shall have no opportunity Sir H. Is it attested?

to bedge 1) my bets neither-what a damned Tom. Very well attested; it is signed by piece of work have I made ou'l-I have knocked Jack Spur and my lord Startal.

up poor Snip, shall lose my match, and as to [Giving the Pedigree. Harriot, why the odds are that I lose my Sir H. Let me see. [Reads] Tom-come- match there too-a skittish young tit! -) If'T tickle-me was out of the famous Tantivy once get her tight in hand, I'll make her mare, by sir Aaron Driver's chesnut hors , wince for it.-ller estate, joined to my owa, White Stockings. White Stockings, his dam, I would have the finest stud and the noblest was got by lord Hedge's South Barb, full kennel in the whole country.--But here comes sister to the Proserpine Filly, und his sire her father, puffing and blowing, like a brokenTom Jones; his grandam was the Irish winded horse


hill. Duchess, and his grandsire Squire Sportley's Trajan; his great and great great

Enter Kusser. grandam were Newmarket Persy and Black Rus. Well, sir Harry, have you


any Moll; and his great grandsire, and great thing of her? great grandsire, were sir Ralph Whip's Sir H. Yes, I have been asking Tom about Regulus, and the famous Prince Anainaboo. her, and he says you may have her for five


hundred guineas. JOHN SPCR. Rus. Five hundred guineas! how d'ye mean? mark

who is she? which way did she take? STARTAL.

Sir H. Why, first she went to Epsom, then Tom. All fine horses, and won every thing! to Lincoln, then to Nottingham, and now she a foal out of your honour's bald-lac'd Venus, is at York. by this horse, would beat the world.

Rus. Impossible! she could not go over hall Sir H. Well then, we'll think on't. -- But, the ground in the time. What the devil are plague on't, Tom, I have certainly knocked you talking of? up my little roan gelding in this damo'd wild- Sir H. Of the mare you was just now saying goose chase of threescore miles an end. 2) you wanted to buy.

Tom. He's deadly blown, to be sure, your Rus. The devil take the mare!- who would honour; and I am afraid we are upon a wrong think of her, when I am mad about an affair scent after all. Madam Harriot certainly took of so much more consequence? across the country, instead of coming on to Sir H. You seemed mad about her a little London.

while ago. She's a fine mare, and a thing of Sir H. No, no, we traced her all the way shape and blood. up:-But d'ye hear, Tom, look out among the Rus. Damn her blood!--Harriot! my dear, stables and repositories here in town, for a provoking Harriot! Where can she be? llare smart road nag, and a strong horse to carry you got any intelligence of her? a portmanteau.

Sir H. No, faith, not I: we seem to be Tom. Sir Roger Turf's horses are to be quite thrown out 5) here - but, however, I sold—I'll see if there's ever a tight thing there have ordered Tom to try if he can hear any -but I suppose, sir, you would have one thing of her among the ostlers. somewhat stronger than Snip- I don't think Rus. Why don't you inquire after her yourhe's quite enough of a horse for your honour. self? why don't you run up and down the

Sir H. Not enough of a horse! Snip's a whole town after her? -- t'oiher young rascal powerful gelding; master of two stone more knows where she is, I warrant you. - What ihan my weight. If Snip stands sound, 1a plague it is to have a daughter! When one would not take a hundred guineas for him. lores her to distraction, and has loiled and Poor Snip! go into the stable, Tom, see they laboured to make her happy, the ungrateful give him a warm mash, and look at his heels slut will sooner go to hell her own wayand his eyes.

- But where's Mr. Russet all but she shall bave him-I will make her happy, this while ?

if I break her heart for it.-A provoking gipsy Tom. I left the squire at breakfast on a cold -- to run away, and torment her poor father, pigeon pie, and inquiring after madam Harriot, that dotes on her! I'll never see her face in the kitchen. l'll let him know your honour again. - Sir Harry, how can we get any inwould be glad to see him here.

telligence of her? Why don't you speak?' why Sir H. Ay, do; but harkye, Tom, be sure don't you tell me? — Zounds! you seem as you take care of Snip.

indifferent as if you did not care a farthing Tom. I'll warrant your honour.

about her. Sir H. I'll be down in the stables myself. Sir H. Indifferent! you may well call me by-and-by. (Exit Tom Let me see – out of indifferent!-this damned chase after her will the famous Tantwisy by White Stockings; cost me a thousand - if it had not been for White Slockings, his dám, full sister to the her, I would not have been off the course 1) Proserpine Filly; and his sire-- pox on't, how this week to have saved the lives of my whole unlucky it is that this damned accident should family-I'll hold you six to two that happen in the Newmarket week!--ten to one Rus. Zounds!' hold your tongue, or talk 1) The pedigree of a horse, is as religiously kept as thal 1) To draw back. 2) An unmanageable little herse. of ony ancient family in Wales, or rather as the same 5) When the dogs have lost the sceni, in fox-hunting. is dono among the Arabians, where as in Eundand the they are said to be thrown ont. The for, whea hard blood proves the goudness of the horse; and the names pursued, will run into a herd of deer, or a fleik of

given to the horses are sometimes not allule singular. sheep jump over a wall, any thing to put the dogs eul. 2) Wino: stopping.

1) The raco-ground at Newmarket or otherwise.

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more to the purpose I swear she is too good teach my young mistress to be gadding. She for you-you don't deserve such a wife--a shall marry you to-night. Come along, sir fine, dear, sweet, lovely, charming girl:- Harry, come along; we won't lose a minule. She'll break my heart.-Ilow shall I find her Come aloug. out?-Do, pr’yihee, sir Harry, my dear honest Sir H, Soho! hark forward! wind 'em and friend, consider how we may discover where cross 'em! hark forward! Yoics! Yoics! she is sled to.

[E.reunt. Sir H. Suppose you put an advertisement into the newspapers, describing her marks, SCENE II.-Oakly's House. ber age, her height, and where she strayed from. I recovered a bay mare once by that

Enter Mrs. OAKLY. method.

Mrs. 0. After all, that letter was certainly Rus. Advertise her!-What! describe my intended for my husband. I see plain enough daughter, and expose her, in the public papers

, they are all in a plot against me. My husband with a reward for bringing her home, like intriguing, the major working him up to horses stolen or strayed! - recovered a bay affront me, Charles owning his letters, and mare! - the devil's in the fellow! – he thinks so, playing into cach other's hands. -- They of nothing but racers, and bay mares, and think me a fool, I find-but I'll be too much stallions.--Sdeath, I wish your

for them yet.--I have desired to speak with Sir H. I wish Marriot was fairly pounded; 2) Mr. Oakly, and expect him here immediately. it would save us both a deal of trouble. His temper is naturally open; and if he thinks

Rus. Which way shall I turn myself?-1 my anger abated, and my suspicions laid am half distracted. If I go to that young asleep, he will certainly betray himself by bis dog's house, he has certainly conveyed her behaviour. I'll assume an air of good humour, somewhere out of my reach---if she does not pretend to believe the fine story they have send to me to-day, I'll give her up for ever- irumped up, throw him off his guard, and so perbaps, though, she may have met with some draw the secret out of him.—Here he comes.accident, and has nobody to assist her.—No, How hard it is to dissemble one's anger! Oh, she is certainly with that young rascal.-1 I could rale him soundly! but I'll keep down wish she was dead, and I was dead. I'll my indignation at present, though it chokes me. blow young Oakly's brains out.

Enter OAKLY.
Re-enter Tom.

O, my dear! I am very glad to see you. Sir H. Well, Tom, how is poor Snip? Pray sit down [They sit] I longed to see

Tom. A little better, sir, after his warm you. It seemed an age till I had an oppormash: but Lady, the pointing bitch that follo-iunity of talking over ihe silly affair that hapwed you all the way, is deadly foot-sore. pened this morning.

(Mildly. Rus. Damn Snip and Lady!-have you heard Oak. Why really, my dearany thing of Harriot?

Mrs. 0. Nay, don't look so grave now. Tom. Why, I came on purpose to let my Come—it's all over. Charles and you have master and your honour know, that John cleared up matters. I am satisfied. Ostler says as how, just such a lady as I told Oak. Indeed! I rejoice to hear it! You make him madam Harriot was, came here in a me happy beyond my expectation. This disfour-wheel chaise, and was fetched away soon position will ensure our felicity.. Do but lay afier by a fine lady in a chariot.

aside your cruel, unjust suspicion, and we Rus. Did she come alone?

should never have the least difference. Tom. Quite alone, only a servant maid, Mrs. 0. Indeed I begin to think so. I'II please your honour.

endeavour to get the better of it. And really, Rus. And what part of the town did they sometimes it is very ridiculous. My uneasiness

this morning, for instance, . ha, ha, ha! To Tom. John Ostler says as how they bid be so much alarmed about that idle letter, the coachman drive to Grosvenor-square. which turned out quite another thing at last Sir H. Sobo! puss-Yoics! 2)

was not I very angry with you? ha, ha, ha! Rus, She is certainly gone to that young

[Affecting á Laugh. rogue he has got his aunt to fetch her from Oak. Don't mention ii, Let us both forget bence-or else she is with her own aunt, lady it

. Your present cheerfulness makes amends Freelove-they both live in that part of the for every thing. town. I'll go to his house, and in the mean Mrs. 0. I am apt to be too violent; I love while, sir Harry, you shall step to lady Free-you too well to be quite easy about you. love's. We'll find her, I warrant you. ri (Fondly] Well —no matter what is become

of Charles ? 1) A horse, or other animal, which has quitted ils master's premises, and is found upon the premises of

Qak. Poor fellow! he is on the wing, ramanother, is taken to the

pound, which is a place for bling all over the town, in pursuit of this the owner pays a certain

sum, for its release, inhich young lady: is called poundage.

Mrs. O. Where is he gone pray? 2) These are the words used in that most melodious of

Oak. First of all, I believe, to some of her all sounds, for a sportsman, the view--halloo ! com- relations, pared to which, the war-whoop of a Cherokec is mere whispering. The game being in sight, the sudden burst

Mrs. O. Relations! Who are they? Where of this enthusiastic soho! from the mouths of twenty do they live? or thirty riders, inflames the horses, and dogs almost Oak. There is an aunt of hers lives just in to madors, while it brings inevitable death to the poor the neighbourhood; lady Freelove. hare before them; the horns are completely drowned in the cry. Pass means hare.

Mrs. Lady Freelove! Oho! gone to lady

go to?

my soul.


Freelove's, is he?--and do you think he will Mrs. 0. True. hear any thing of her?

Oak. Now I was thinking, that he might, Oak. I don't know; but I hope so, with all with your leave, my dear.

Mrs. 0. Well! Mrs. 0. Hope! with all your soul; do you Oak. Bring her home herehope so?

[-Alarmed. Mrs. 0. How! Oak. Hope so! ye— yes -- why, don't you Oak. Yes, bring her home here, my dear;hope so ?

[Surprised. it will make poor Charles's mind quite easy: Mrs. O. Why-yes-[Recovering)-0, ay, and you may take her under your protection to be sure. I hope it of all things. You know, till her father comes to town. my dear, it must give me great satisfaction, Mrs. 0. Amazing! this is even beyond my as well as yourself, to see Charles well settled. expectation.

Oak. I should think so; and really I don't Oak. Why!-whal! know where he can be settled so well. She Mrs. 0. Was there ever such assurance! is a most deserving young woman, I assure you. [Rises] Take her under my protection! What!

Mrs. 0. You are well acquainted with her would you keep her under my nose? then?

Oak. Nay, I never conceived – I thought Oak. To be sure, my dear; after seeing you would have approved – her so often last summer, at the major's bouse Mrs. 0. What! make me your convenient in the country, and at her father's.

woman!-No place but my own house to serve Mrs. O. So oflen!

your purposes? Oak. O, ay-very often-Charles took care · Oak. Lord, this is the strangest misappreof that-almost every day.

hension! I am quite aslonished. Mrs. 0. Indeed! But pray-a-a-a-I say Mrs. 0. Astonished! yes-confused, detected,

[Confused. betrayed, by your vain confidence of imposing Oak. What do you say, my dear? on me. Why, sure you imagine me an idiot

, Mrs. O. I say-a-a-[Stammering] Is she a driveller. Charles, indeed! yes, Charles is handsome?

a fine excuse for you. The letter this morning, Oak. Prodigiously handsome indeed. the letter, Mr. Oakly!

Mrs. O. Prodigiously handsome! and is she Oak. The letter! why sure thatrockoned a sensible girl?

Mrs. (). Is sufficiently explained. You have Oak. A very sensible, modest, agreeable, made it very clear to me. Now I am conyoung lady as ever I knew. You would be vinced. I have no doubt of your perfidy. extremely fond of her, I am sure. You can't But I ank


for some hints you have given imagine how happy I was in her company me, and you may be sure I shall make use Poor Charles! she soon made a conquest of of them: nor will'I rest till I have full conhim, and no wonder, she bas so many elegant viction, and overwhelm you with the strongest accomplishments! such an infinite "fund of proof of your baseness towards me. cheerfulness and good humour!. Why, she's Oak. Nay, but the darling of the whole country:

Mrs. 0. Go, go! I have no doubt of Mrs. 0. Lord! you seem quite in raplures falsehood: away!


. about her!

Oak. Was ihere ever any thing like this? Oak. Raplures! -- not at all. I was only Such unaccountable behaviour! angry I don't telling you the young, lady's character. I know why! jealous of I know not what! thought you would be glad to find that Charles Hints! - hints' I have given her! - What can had made so sensible a choice, and was so she mean?likely to be happy: Mrs. 0. Oh, Charles! True, as you say,

Enter Toilet, crossing the Stage. Charles will be mighty happy.

Toilet! where are you going ? Vak. Don't you think so?

Toil. To order the porter to let in no comMrs. 0. I am convinced of it. Poor Charles! pany to my lady to-day. She won't see a I am much concerned for him. He must be single soul, sir.

[E.rit. very uneasy about her. I was thinking whether Oak. What an unhappy woman! Now will we could be of any service to him in this affair, she sit all day feeding on her suspicions, till

Oak. Was you, my love? that is very good she has convinced herself of the truth of them. of you. Why, to be sure, we must endeavour to assist him.

- How can we

Enter Jonn, crossing the Stage. manage it? 'Gad! I have hit it. The luckiest Well, sir, what's your business? thought! and it will be of great service to John. Going to order the chariot, sir! Charles.

my lady's going out immediately. [Erit Mrs. 0. Well, what is it? [Eagerly1-You Oak. Going out! what is all this? — But know I would do any thing to serve Charles, every way she makes me miserable. Wild

[Mildly. and ungovernable as the sea or the wind! Ook. That is so kind! Lord, my dear, if made up of storms and tempests! I can't bear you would but always consider things in this it: and one way or other I will put an end proper light, and continue this amiable temper, to it.

[Erit we 'should be the bappiest people--, Mirs. 0. I believe so;' but what's your Enter LADY Freelove, with a Card; a Ser

Scene III.-LADY FREELOVE's House. proposal? Oak. I am sure you'll like it. - Charles, you

vant following know, may, perhaps be so lucky' as to meet Lady F. [Reading as she enters) -- And with this lady

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en cavalier, as he comes from the manège. yours speak a very different language. Indeed Does any body wait that brought this card? you have fine cyes, child! and they have made

Sero. Lord Trinket's servant is in the hall, fine work with lord Trinket. madam.

Har. Lord Trinket! [Contemptuously Lady F. My compliments, and I shall be Lady F. Yes, lord Trinket; you know it glad to see his lordship. - Where is miss Russct? as well as I do; and yet, you ill-natured

Serv. In her own chamber, madam. thing, you will not vouchsafe him a single Lady F. What is she doing?

smile. But you must give the poor soul Sero. Writing, I believe, madarn. little encouragement, priythee do.

Lady F. Oh, ridiculous!--scribbling to that Har. Indeed I can't, madam, for of all Oakly, I suppose. [-Aparl] – Let her know, mankind lord Trinket is my aversion. I should be glad of her company bere. [Exit Lady F. Why so, child? He is counted a Servant] It is a mighty troublesome thing to well-bred, sensible, young fellow, and the manage a simple girl, that knows nothing of women all think bim handsome. the world. Harriot, like all other girls, is Har. Yes, he is just polite cuough to be foolishly fond of this young fellow of her own able to be very unmannerly, with a great choosing, her first love; That is to say, the deal of good breeding; is just handsome enough first maa that is particularly civil; and the to make him most excessively vain of his perfirst air of consequence which a young lady son; and has just reflection enough to finish gives herself. Poor silly soul! - But Oakly him for a coxcomb; qualifications which are must not have her, positively. A match with all very common among these whom your lord Trinket will add to the dignity of the ladyship calls men of quality, family. I must bring her into it. But here Lady F. A satirist too! Indeed, my dear, she comes.

this affectation sits very awkwardly upon you.

There will be a superiority in the behaviour Enter HARRIOT.

of persons of fashion. Well, Harriot, still in the pouts! nay, pr’ythee, Hlar. A superiority, indeed! for bis lordship my dear little runaway girl, be more cheer- always behaves with so much insolent famiyour everlasting melancholy puts me into liarity, that I should almost imagine he was

soliciting me for other favours, rather than Har. Dear madam, excuse me. How can to pass my whole life with him. I be cheerful in my present situation? I know Lady F. Innocent freedoms, child, which my father's temper so well, that I am sure every fine woman espects to be taken with this step of mine must almost distract bim. her, as an acknowledgment of her beauty. I sometimes wish that I had remained in the Har. They are freedoms which I think no country, let what would have been the con- innocent woman can allow. sequence.

Lady F. Romantic to the last degree! Lady F. Why, it is a naughty ") child, Why, you are in the country still, Harriot! tbat's certain; but it nced not be so uneasy

Enter a Servant. know that I wrote by

you last night's post to acquaint him that his Sero. My lord Trinket, madam. [Erit. little lost sheep was safe, and that you were Lady F. I swear now I have a good mind ready to obey his commands in every parti- to tell him all you have said. cular, except marrying that oaf, sir Harry Beagle.-Lord! Lord! what a difference there Enter Lord Trinket, in Boots, etc. as from is between a country and a town education!

the Riding-house. Why, a London lass would have jumped out Your lordship's most obedient humble servant. of a window into a gallant's arms, and without Lord T. Your ladyship does me too much thiuking of her father, voless it were to have honour. Here I am in bottine as you seca drawn a few bills on him, been a hundred just come from the manège. miles oft i nine or ten hours, or perhaps. Lady F. Your lordship is always agreeable out of the kingdom in twenty-four.

in every dress. Har. I fear I have already been too preci- Lord T. Vastly obliging, lady, Freelove. pitate. I tremble for the consequences. Miss Russet, I am your slave. "I declare it

Lady F. I swear, child, you are a down- makes me quite happy to find you together. right prude. Your way of talking gives me 'Pon honour, ma'am, [To Harriot] I begin the spleen; so full of affection, and duty, and to conceive great hopes of you; and as for virtue, 'tis just like a funeral sermon. And you, lady Freelove, I cannot sufficiently comyet, pretty soul! it can love.-Well, I wonder mend your assiduity with your fair' pupil. at your taste; a sneaking, simple gentleman, She was before possessed of every grace that without a title! and when to my knowledge nature could beslow on her, and nobody, is you might have a man of quality to-morrow. so well qualified as your ladyship to give her

Har. Perhaps so. Your ladyship must ex- the bon ton. cuse me, but many a man of quality would Har. Compliment and contempt all in a make me miserable.

breath! - My lord, I am obliged to you. But, Lady F. Indeed, my dear, these antediluvian waving my acknowledgrients, give me leave notions will never do now-a-days; and at the to ask your lordship whether nature and the same time too, those little wicked eyes of bon ton (as you call it) are so different, that

we must give up one in order to obtain the :) T) nurses speak to children in this manner, and other? this is the langage itsed to ridicule persons who still continue in leading-strings at a time when they are

Lord T. Totally opposite, madam. The loo old for it.

chief aim of the bon ton is to render persons

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