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know.–Nay, for that matter, if Mr. Lovewell yourself as loose and as big–I declare there and you come together, as I doubt not you is not such a thing to be seen now, as a will, you will live very comfortably, I dare young woman with a fine waist-You all make say. He will mind his business-you'll employ yourselves as round as Mrs. Deputy Barter. yourself in the delightful care of your family Go, child !--- You know the qualatý will be —and once in a season, perbaps, you'll sit here by-and-by. Go, and make yourself a together in a front box at a benefit play, as little more fit to be seen. [Exit Fanny] She we used to do at our dancing-master's, you is gone away in tears - absolutely crying, 1 know—and perhaps I may meet you in the vow and pertest.

This ridicalous love! we summer, with some other citizens at Tun- must put a stop to it. It makes a perfect nabridge.") For my part, I shall always enter-taral of the girl. tain a proper regard for my relations. - You Miss S. Poor soul! she can't help it. sha'nt want my countenance, I assure you.

[Affectedly, Fan. Oh, you're too kind, sister!

Mrs. H. Well, my dear! Now I shall have

an opportoonity of convincing you of the abEnter Mrs. HEIDELBERG.

surdity of what you was telling me Mrs. H. [Al entering] Here this evening! ing sir John Melvil's behaviour to you. -I vow and pertest 2) we shall scarce have time Miss S. Oh, it gives me no manner of uneato provide for them - Oh, my dear! [Tosiness. But indeed, ma'am, I cannot be perMiss Sterling] I am glad to see you're not suaded but that sir John is an extremely cold quite in a dishabille. Lord Ogleby and Sir lover. Such distant civility, grave looks, and John Melvil will be here to-night.

lukewarm professions of esteem for me and Miss S. To-night, ma'am ?

the whole family! I have heard of flames and Mrs. H. Yes, my dear, to-night. — Oh, put darts, but sir John's is a passion of mere ice on a smarter cap, and change those ordinary and snow. ruffles!—Lord, I have such a deal to do, 1 Mrs. H. Oh fie, my dear! I am perfectly sball scarce have time to slip on my Italian ashamed of you. That's so like the notions lutestring.–Where is this dawdle of a house of your poor sister! What you complain of keeper?

as coldness and indiffarence, is nothing but Enter TRUSTY.

the extreme gentilaly of his address, an exact

pictur of the manners of qualaty. Oh, here, Trusty! do you know that people Miss S. O, he is the very mirror of comof qualaty are expected here this evening? plaisance! full of formal bows and set speechTrus. Yes, ma'am.

es! - I declare, if there was any violent pasMrs. H. Well-Do you be sure now that sion on my side, I should be quite jealous of every thing is done in the most genteelest him. inanner-and to the honour of the family. Mrs. H. Jealous!-I say, jealous, indeedTrus. Yes, ma'am.

Jealous of who, pray?
Mrs. H. Well-but mind what I say to you. Miss. S. My sister Fanny.

She seems Trus. Yes, ma'am.

much greater favourite than I am; and he pays Mrs. H. His lordship is to lie in the chintz her infinitely more attention, I assure you. bedchamber-d'ye hear?-and sir John in the Mrs. H. Lord! d'ye think a man of fashion, blue damask room - his lordship’s valet-de- as he is, cannot distinguish between the genchamb in the opposite

teel and the vulgar part of the family ? — BeTrus. But Mr. Lovewell is come down-tween you and your sister, for instance-or and you know that's his room, ma'am. me and my brother? — Be advised by me,

Mís. H. Well - well-Mr. Lovewell may child! It is all puliteness and goodbreeding. inake shift-or get bed at the George.-But Nobody knows the qualaty better than I do. harkye, Trusty!

Miss S In my mind the old lord, his uncle, Trus. Ma'am!

has ten times more gallantry about him than Mrs. H. Get the great dining-room in order sir John. He is full of attentions to the ladies, as soon as possable. Unpaper the curtains, and smiles, and grins, and leers, and ogles, take the kivers 5) off the couch and the chairs, and fills every wrinkle of his old wizen face and, do you hear-take the china dolls out of with comical expressions of tenderness. I my closet, and put them on the mantlepiece think he would make an admirable sweetheart. immediatelyTrus. Yes, ma'am.

[Going

Enter STERLING. Mrs. H. And mind, as soon as his lordship Ster. [.Al entering] No fish? — Why the comes in, be sure you set all their heads a pond was dragged but yesterday morning, nodding.

There's carp and tench in the boat.-Pox on't, Trus. Yes, ma'am.

if that dog Lovewell had any thought, he Mrs. H. Be gone, then! fly, this instant ! would have brought down a turbot, or some Where's my brother Sterling?

of the land-carriage mackrell. Trus. Talking to the butler, ma'am. Mrs. H. Lord, brother, I am afraid his lord

Mrs. H. Very well. [Exit Trusty] Miss ship and sir John will not arrive while it is Fanny, I pertest I did not see you beforem light. Lord, child, what's the matter with you? Ster. I warrant you.—But pray, sister Hei

Fan. With me! Nothing, ma'am. delberg, let the turile be dressed to-morrow,

Mrs. H. Bless me! Why your face is as and some venison-and let the gardener cut pale, and black, and yellow-of fifty colours, some pine-apples-and get out some ice.-I'll

vow and pertest.—And then you have drest answer for wine, I warrant you-I'll give them 1) A Watering-place. 2) Protest 5) Covers, such a glass of champagne as they never drank

a

in their lives — no, not at a duke's table. spectacles — [Sips] What with qualms, age,

Mrs. H. Pray now, brother, mind how you rheumatism, and a few surfeits in his youth, behare. I am always in a fright about you he must have a great deal of brushing, oiling, with people of qualaty: Take care that you screwing, and winding up, to set him a going don't fall asleep direcily after supper, as you for the day, commonly do. Take a good deal of snuff; Cham. [Sips] That's prodigious indeed and that will keep you `awake — And don't [Sips] My lord seems quite in a decay: burst out with your horrible loud horse-laughs. Brush. Yes, he's quite a spectacle, [Sips] It is monstrous wulgar.

a mere corpse, till he is reviv'd and refresh'd Ster. Never fear, sister! - Who have he from our lule magazine here When the here?

restorative pills and cordial waters warm his Mrs. H. It is Mons. Cantoon, the Swish stomach, and get into his head, vanity frisks gentleman that lives with his lordship, I vow in his heart, and then he sets up for the lover, and perlest.

the rake, and the fine gentleman.

Cham. [Sips) Poor gentleman! but should Enter Canton.

the Swish gentleman come upon us. Ster. Ah, mounsee eer! your servant. — I am

[Frightened. very glad to see you, mounseer.

Brush. Why then the English gentleman Can. Mosh oblige to Mons. Sterling. - would be very angry. – No foreigner must Ma'am, I am your --Matemoiselle, I am your break in upon my privacy. [Sips] But I can

[Bowing round. assure you Monsieur Canton is otherwise Mrs. H. Your humble servant, Mr. Cantoon! employ'd-He is obliged to skim the cream of Can. Kiss your hand, matam !

half a score newspapers for my lord's breakSter. Well, mounseer!-and what news of fast-ha, ha, ha! Pray, madam, drink your your good family ? -- when are we to see his cup peaceably—My lord's chocolate is remarkIordship and sir John ?

ably good; he won't touch a drop, but what Can. Mons. Sterling! milor Ogleby and sir comes from Italy. Jean Melvil will be here in one quarter hour. Cham. [Sipping], 'Tis very, fine indeed! Ster. I am glad to hear it.

[Sips] and charmingly perfum'd-it smells for Mrs. H. 0, 1 am perdigious glad to hear it. all the world like our young ladies' dressingBeing so late, I was afeard of some accident. boxes.

-Will you please to have any thing, Mr. Brush. You have an excellent taste, madam; Cantoon, after your journey ?

and I must beg of you to accept of a few Can. No, tank you, ma'am.

cakes for your own drinking; _[Takes them Mrs H. Shall I go and show you the apart- out of a Drawer in the Tavle] and in return ments, sir?

I desire nothing but to taste the perfume of Can. You do me great honeur, ma'am. your lips. [Kisses her] - A small return of Mrs. H. Come then!-come, my dear. favours, madam, will make, I hope, this country [To Miss Sterling. Exeunt. and retirement agreeable to us both. [He

bows, she courtesies]-Come, pray sit downACT II.

Your young ladies are fine, girls, faith; [Sips] Scene I.-An Anti-chamber to Lord OGLE- though, upon my soul, I am quite of my old

By's Bed-chamber. Table with Chocolate, lord's mind about them; and were I inclined to and small Case for Medicines.

matrimony, I should take the youngest. [Sips.

Cham. Miss Fanny! The most affablest, BRUSA and Chambermaid discovered.

and the most best natur'd creter! Brush. You shall stay, my dear, I insist| Brush. And the eldest a little haughty or so

Ckam. More haughtier and prouder than Cham. Nay pray, sir, don't be so positive; Saturn) himself – but this I say quite conI cannot stay indeed.

fidential to you; for one would not hurt a Brush. You shall drink one cup to our young lady's marriage, you know. better acquaintance.

Brush. By no means; but you cannot hurt Cham. I seldom drinks chocolate; and, if it with us — we don't consider tempers — we I did, one has no satisfaction with such ap-want money, Mrs. Nancy. Give us plenty of prehensions about one if my, lord should that, we'll abate you a great deal 'in other wake, or the Swish gentleman should see one, particulars, ha, ha, ha! or madam Heidelberg, should know of it, i Cham. Bless me, here's somebody!-[Bell should be frighted to death — besides, I have rings] - Ch, 'tis my lord! - Well, your serhad my tea already this morning-I'm sure I vant, Mr. Brush — r'll clean the cups in the hear my lord.

(In a fright. next room. Brush. No, no, madam, don't flutter your- Brush. Do so—but never mind the bellself-the moment my lord wakes he rings bis I sha'nt go this balf hour. Will

you

drink bell, which I answer sooner or later, as it tea with me in the afternoon ? suits my convenience.

Cham. Not for the world, Mr. Brush — I'll Cham. But should he come upon us with be here to set all things to rights—But I must out ringing

not drink tea indeed-and so your servant. Brush. I'll forgive him if he does—This key [Exit, with Teaboard. Béll rings again. [Takes a Vial out of the Case] locks him Brush. Yes, yes, I hear you.-- It is imposup till I please to let him out.

sible to stupify one's self in the country for a Cham. Law! sir, that's potecary's stuff. week, without some little flirting with the

Brush. It is so—but without this he can no Abigails;—this is much the bandsomest wench more get out of bed-that he can read without! 1) Satan.

upon it.

[Sips. in the house, except the old citizen's youngest question but that the cosmetique royale vi daughter, and I have not time enough to lay utterly take away all heals, pimps, frecks, a plan for her. – [Bell rings] 0, my lord- oder eruptions of de skin, and likewise de

[Going. wrinque of old age, etc. etc. A great deal

more, my lor.- Be sure to ask for de cosEnter Canton, with Newspapers in his Hand. metique royale, signed by the docteur own

Can. Monsieur Brush!- Maistre Brush!- hand-Dere is more raison for dis caution my lor stirra yet?

dan good men vil tink.-Eh bien, my lor. Brush. He has just rung his bell - I am Lord 0. Eh bien, Canton! – Will you going to him.

[Erit. purchase any? Can. Depechez vous donc. [Puts on his Can. For you, my lor? Spectacles] - I wish de deveil 'had all dese Lord O. For me, you old puppy? for what? papiers – I forget as fast as I read — de Ad- Can. My lor! vertise put out of my head de Gazette, de Lord O. Do I want cosmetics? Chronique, and so dey all go l'un aprés l'autre Can. My lor! -I must get some nouvelle for my lor, or Lord O. Look in my face – come, be sinhe'll be enragé contre moi.-Voyons! [Reads cere.—Does it want the assistance of art? the Paper] Here is nothing bui Anti-Sejanus Can. [With his Spectacles] En verité non and advertise

– 'Tis very smoose and brillian-but tote dat

you might take a little by, way of prevention. Enter Maid, with Chocolate Things. Lord O. You thought like an old'fool, monVat you want, chil?

sieur, as you generally do. Try it upon your Maid. Only the chocolate things, sir. own face, Canton, and

it bas any effect, Can. O, ver well --. dat is good girl — and the doctor cannot have a better proof of the very prit too. [Exit Maid. efficacy of his nostrum.

- The surfeit water, Lord 0. [Within] Canton!'he, he! - Brush! [Brush pours outj – What do you [Coughs) Canton!

think, Brush, of this family we are going to Can. I come, my!- vat shall I do?-I have be connected with?-Eh! no news - he will make great tintamarre! - Brush. Very well to marry in, my lord;

Lord 0. [Within] Canton! I say, Canton! but it would never do to live with.
Where are you?

Lord 0. You are right, Brush-There is no

washing the blackmoor white -- Mr. Sterling Enter LORD OGLEBY, leaning on BRUSH. will never get rid of Blackfriars—always taste

Can. Here, my lor!-I ask pardon, my lor, of the Borachio — and the poor woman, his I have not finish de papiers.

sister, is so busy, and so notable, to make one Lord 0. D-n your pardon and your papiers welcome, that I have not yet got over the I want you here, Canton.

fatigue of her first reception; it almost amountCan. Den I run, dat is all.

ed io suffocation!-I think the daughters are [Shuffles along. Lord Ogleby leans upon tolerable-Where's my cephalic snuir? Canton too, and comes forward.

[Brush gives him a Bor. Lord O. You Swiss are the most unaccount-, Can. Dey tink so of you, my lor, for dey able mixture-you have the language and the look at noting else, ma foi. impertinence of the French, with the laziness Lord 0. Did they? Why I think they did of Dutchmen.

a little – Where's my glass? — (Brush puts Can. 'Tis very true, my lor- I can't help- one on the Table] The youngest is delectable. Lord 0. [Cries out] O Diavolo!

[Takes Snuff. Can. You are not in pain, I bope, my lor? Can. O oui, my lor, very delect inteed; Lord 0. Indeed but I am, my lor.

That she made doux yeux at you, my lor. vulgar fellow, Sterling, with his city politeness, Lord 0. She was particular: – The eldest, would force me down his slope last night to my nephew's lady, will be a most valuable see a clay-coloured ditch, which he calls a wise; she has all the vulgar spirits of her canal; and what with the dew and the east father and aunt, happily blended with the wind, my hips and shoulders are absolutely termagant qualities of her deceased mother.screw'd to my body:

Some peppermint water, Brush – How happy Can. A littel veritable eau d'arquibusade vil is it, Canton, for young ladies in general, ihat set all to right

people of quality overlook every thing in a [Lord Ogleby sits down, and marriage contract but their fortune.

Brush gives Chocolate. Can. C'est bien heureux, et commode aussi. Lord 0. Where are the palsy drops, Brush ? Lord 0. Brush, give me that pamphlet by Brush. Here, my lord! [Pours out. my bed side. – [Brush goes for it] 'Canton, Lord O. Quelles nouvelles avez vous, Canton? do you wait in the anti-chamber, and let no

Can. A great deal of papier, but no news body interrupt me till I call you. at all.

Can. Musb good may do your lordship. [Exit. Lord 0. What! nothing at all, you stupid Lord 0. [To Brush, who brings the Pamfellow?

phlet] And now, Brush, leave me a little to Can. Oui, my lor, I have little advertise my studies. (Exit Brush]-What can I poshere vil give you more plaisir den all de lies sibly do among these women here, with this about nothing at all. La voila!

confounded rheumatism: It is a most grievous [Puts on his Spectacles. enemy to gallantry and address. [Gels off Lord 0. Come, read it, Canton, with good his Chair] He! courage, my lor! by beavens, emphasis, and good discretion.

I'm another creature. (Huins and dances a Can. I vil, my lor. [Reads] Dere is no little] It will do, failb.-Bravo, my lor! these

about you

age, my lord.

girls have absolutely inspir'd me-If they are

Enter SIR JOHN MELVIL. for a game of romps--Me voila pret! (Sings Well

, sir John, what news from the island of and dances]-Oh!-that's an ugly twinge- love? Have you been sighing and serenading but it's gone. I have rather too much of the this morning? lily this morning in my complexion; a faint Sir J. I am glad to see your lordship in tincture of the rose will give a delicate spirit such spirits this morning. to my eyes for the day. (Unlocks a Drawer Lord o. I'm sorry to see you so dull, sirof the Bottom of the Glass, and takes out What poor things, Mr. Sterling, these very Rouge; while he is painting himself, a knock- young fellows are! They make love with faces ing at the Door] Who's there? I won't be as if they were burying the dead though disturb'd.

indeed a marriage sometimes may be properly Can. [Without] My lor! my lor! here is called a burying of the living-eh, Mr. Sterling? monsieur Sterling, to pay his devoir to you

Ster. Not if they have enough to live upon, this morn in your chambre.

my lord-Ha, ha, ha! Lord 0. What a fellow! [Softly] - I am Can. Dat is all monsieur Sterling tink of. extremely honour'd by Mr. Sterling. - Why Sir J. Pr’ythee, Lovewell, come with me don't you sce him in, monsieur? ( Aloud]- into the garden; 'I have something of conI wish he was at the bottom of his stinking sequence for you, and I must communicate it canal. [Softly. Door opens] Oh, my dear directly.

[Apart to Lovewell

. Mr. Sterling, you do me a great deal of honour. Love. We'll go together. [Apart] If your

lordship and Mr. Sterling please, we'll preEnter STERLING and LOVEWELL.

pare the ladies to attend you in the garden. Ster. I hope, my lord, that your lordship [Exeunt Sir John Melvil and Lovewell. slept well last night - I believe there are no Ster. My girls are always ready; I make better beds in Europe than I have - I spare them rise soon, and to-bed early; their husno pains to get them, nor money to buy them. bands shall have them with good constitutions -His majesty, God bless him, don't sleep upon and good fortunes, if they have nothing else, a better out of his palace; and if I had said my lord. in too, I bope no treason, my lord.

Lord 0. Fine things, Mr. Sterling! Lord 0. Your beds are like every thing else Ster. Fine things indeed, my lord! --Ah, my

incomparable! — They not only lord, had you not run off your speed in your make one rest well, but give one spirits, Mr. youth, you lud not been so crippled in your Sterling

Ster. What say you then, my lord, to Lord O. Very pleasant, he, he, he!another walk in the garden? You must see

[Half laughing my water by day-light, and my walks, and Ster. Here's mounseer now, I suppose, is my, slopes, and my clumps, and my bridge, pretty near your lordship's standing; but having and my flowering irees, and my bed of Dutch little to eat, and little to spend in his own tulips. --Matters look'd but dim last night, my country, he'll wear three of your lordship lord. I feel the dew in my great toe- but I out-eating and drinking kills us all, would put on a cut shoe, that I might be able Lord O. Very pleasant, I protest-What a to walk you about-I may be laid up to-morrow. vulgar dog!

[Aside. Lord'O. I pray heaven you may! [Aside. Can. My lor so old as me!-He is chicken Ster. What say you, my lord?

to me-and look like a boy to pauvre me. Lord 0. I was saying, sir, that I was in Ster. Ha, ha, ha! Well said, mounseerhopes of seeing the young ladies at breakfast: keep to that, and you'll live in any country Mr. Sterling, they are, in my mind, the finest of the world – Ha, ha, ha! - But, my lord, 1 tulips in this part of the world, he, he, he! will wait upon you in the garden: we have

Can. Bravissimo, my lor! ha, ha, ha! but a little time to breakfast - I'll go for my

Ster. They shall meet your lordship in the hat and cane, fetch a little walk with you, garden - we won't lose our walk for them; my lord, and then for the hot rolls and buiter! i'll take you a little round before breakfast,

[Exit. and a larger before dinner, and in the evening Lord 0. I shall attend you with pleasureyou shall go the grand tour, as I call it, ba, Hot rolls and butter in July! I sweat with the ha, ha!

thoughts of it-What a strange beast it is! Lord O. Not a foot I hope, Mr. Sterling;

Can. C'est un barbare. consider your gout, my good friend - you'll Lord 0. He is a vulgar dog; and if there certainly be laid by the heels for your polite-was not so much money in the family, which ness, he, he, he!

I can't do without, I would leave him and his Can. Ha, ha, ha! 'tis admirable, en vérité! hot rolls and butter directly – Come along, [Laughs very heartily, monsieur!

[Exeunt Ster. If my young man [To Lovewell] here would but laugh at my jokes, which he

SCENE II.-The Garden. ought to do, as mounseer does at yours, my

Enter Sır. John Melyil and LOVEWELL. lord, we should be all life and mirih.

Love. In my room this morning? Impossible

. Lord 0. What say you, Canton, will you Sir J Before five this morning, I promise you. take my kinsman into your tuition? You have Love. On what occasion? certainly the most companionable laugh I ever Sir J. I was so anxious to disclose

my. met with, and never out of tune.

to you, that I could not sleep in my bedCan. But when your lordship is out of spirits. but I found that you could not sleep neither

Lord O. Well said, Canton! But here comes The bird was flown, and the nest long since my nephew, to play his part.

cold-Where was you, Lovewell?

mind

say, my lord.

Love. Pooh! pr’ythee! ridiculous! turned many a thousand of my money. It

Sir J. Come now, which was it? Miss commands the whole road. All the coaches, Sterling's maid? a pretty little rogue! or miss and chariots, and chaises, pass and repass Fanny's Abigail? a sweet soul too--or- under your eye. I'll mount you up there in

Love. Nay, nay, leave trifling, and tell me the afternoon, my lord. your business.

Lord 0. No, I thank you, Mr. Sterling. Sir J. Well, but where was you, Lovewell? Ster. 'Tis the pleasantest place in the world Love. Walking – writing — wbat signifies to take a pipe and a bottle, and so you shall where I was?

Şir J. Walking! yes, I dare say. It rained Lord 0. Ay, or a bowl of punch, or a can as bard as it could pour. Sweet, refreshing of flip, Mr. Sterling; for it looks like a cabin showers to walk in! No, no, Lovewell

. Now in the air. -- If flying chairs were in use, the would I give twenty pounds to know which captain might make a voyage to the Indies in of the maids

it still, if he had but a fair wind. Love. But your business! your business, Can. Ha, ha, ha, ha! sir John!

Mrs. H. My brother's a little comical in his Sir J. Let me a little into the secrets of the ideas, my lord !-- But you'll excuse bim. - I fanıily.

have a little Gothic dairy, fitted up entirely in Love. Pshaw!

my own taste. - In the evening, I shall hope Sir J. Poor Lovewell! he can't bear it, ! for the honour of your lordship's company to see. [.Aside] She charged you not to kiss and take a dish of tea ihere, or a sullabub warm tell, eb, Lovewell?--However, though you will from the cow. not honour me with your confidence, I'll ven- Lord 0. I have every moment a fresh opture to trust you with mine: — What do you portunity of admiring the elegance of Mrs. think of Miss Sterling?

Heidelberg — the very flower of delicacy and Love. What do I think of Miss Sierling? cream of politeness. Sir J. Ay, what do you think of her? Mrs. H. 0, .my lord!Love. An odd question!--but I think her a

[Leers at Lord Ogleby. smart, lively girl, full of mirth and doubt.

. Lord 0. 0, madam!Sir J. All mischief and malice,

[Leers at Mrs. Heidelberg. Love. How?

Ster. Jlow d'ye like these close walks, my Sir J. But her person — what d'ye think lord? of that?

Lord 0. A most excellent serpentine! It Love. Pretty and agreeable.

forms a perfect maze, and winds like a trueSir J. A little griselte thing.

lover's knot. Love. What is the meaning of all this? Ster. Ay, here's none of your straight lines

Sir J. I'll tell you. You must know, Love-here--but all taste-zigzag-crinkum-crankum well, that notwithstanding all appearances--in and out-right and left-to and again[4 loud laugh heard withoul] We are inter- twisting and turning like a worm, my lord! rupted-When they are gone, I'll explain. Lord o. Admirably laid out indeed, Mr.

Sterling! one can hardly see an inch beyond Enter LORD OGLEBY, STERLING, Mrs. Heidel-Jone's nose any where in these walks. — You BERG, Miss STERLING, Fanny, and Canton.

are a most excellent economist of your land, Lord O. Great improvements ?) indeed, Mr. and make a little go a great way. — It lies Sterling! wonderful improvements! The four together in as small parcels as if it was placed seasons in lead, the flying Mercury, and the in pots out at your window in Gracechurchbason with Neptune in the middle, are in the street. very extreme of fine taste. You have as many Cun. Ha, ha, ha, ha! rich figures as the man at Hyde-park corner. Lord 0. What d'ye laugh at, Canton?

Ster. The chiel pleasure of a country house Can. Ah! que cette similitude est drole! so is to make improvements, you know, my lord. clever whai you say, mi lor! I spare no expense, not I. - This is quite Lord 0. You seem mightily engaged, madam. another-guess sort of a place than it was when What are those pretty bands so busily em-, I first took it, my lord. 'We were surrounded ployed about?

[To Fanny: with trees. I cut down above fifty to make Fan. Only making up a nosegay, my lord! the lawn before the house, and let in the wiod -Will your lordship do me the honour of and the sun — smack, smooth — as you see.

accepting it?

[Presents it. Then I made 'a green-house out of the old Lord o. I'll wear it next my heart, madam! laundry, and turned the brew-house into a - see the young creature dotes on me! [Aside. picery:-The high octagon summerhouse, you Miss S. Lord, sister! you've loaded his lordsee yonder, is raised on the mast of a ship, ship, with a bunch of flowers as big as the given me by an East India captain, who has cook, or the nurse, carries to town, on a

Monday morning, for a beaupot.-Will

your 1) Every citizen that can acquire an independency, retires lordship give me Jeave to present you with

to his hox at Hackney, Ilammersmith, or some other this rose and a sprig of sweetbriar?
village on the high road within a league of London:
and there he encloses about bo or 60 yards of ground

Lord 0. The truest emblems of yourself, before his door into what he calls his garden, pro- madam! all sweetness and poignancy. A little cecding to dig lille canals, plant small woods, erect

jealous, sammer-houses, and make other improvements, till,

soul! poor

[Aside. by the help of a statue or two, he has filled the whole Sler. Now, my lord, if you please, I'll carry of his ground, and has hardly any room to stir about you to see my ruins. to take the dust comfortably, and get a good view of the stage-coaches, which in his opinion greatly lend

Mrs. H. You'll absolutely fatigue his lordto enliven his retirement.

ship with over walking, brother!

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