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are as own sex.
Ellen. Thank you, cousin, for this relief. Parliament, and the orator himself describing
[Aside. how puppets are managed at the Fantoccini; Vortex. Zounds, I'm not to be interrupted. we had grandmothers making assignations Serv. She is here, sir.
with boys, and the children of Israel joining the host of Pharaoh. -Oh! !
dear Miss Enter Miss VORTEX.
Vortex, why don't you partake in these charmMiss Vor. My dear Nabob, uncommon glad ing scenes. to see you. Ah, Ellen! what, tired of seclusion Ellen. My dear Miss Vortex six suppers and a cottage?
fortu ne. Ellen. I hope, cousin, I am welcome to you. Miss Vor. Oh! true; I forgot your uncom
Miss Vor. Certainly; you know we are un-mon small fortune: but I don't think it much common glad to see any body in the country. signifies. I swear people of fashion in town - But, my dear Nabob, you don't enquire seem to do as well without money as with it
. about the opening of our town-house. You might be successful at play - there are
Vortex. I was thinking of my speech. points to be learnt which certainly do not give
Miss Vor. The most brilliant house-warm- you the worst of the game. Come, will you ing ) uncommon full, above a thousand be my protégé? people-every body there.
Ellen. Excuse me, cousin, I dare say I ought Ellen. Pray, cousin, do you then visit every to be covered with blushes when I own a body?
vulgar detestation of the character of a female Miss Vor. Certainly they must ask me. gamesler; and I must decline the honour of
Ellen. Must! I should imagine that wou'd your introduction to the haut-lon, till at least depend on inclination.
ihey have justice on their side. Miss Vor. Inclination! Pshaw! I beg your Miss Vor. An uncommon odd girl, Nabob. pardon, but you are really uncommon igno- Elten. Heavens! to what state of abject derant, my dear. They must ask me, I tell gradation must fashionable society be reduced
, you. Now suppose a Duchess rash enough when officers of police are as much dreaded to shut me from her parties; very well. by ladies in the purlieus of St. James's, as She names a pight - I name the same, and they are by cutpurses in the wretched baunt give an entertainment greatly surpassing hers of St. Giles's. in splendour and profusion. - What is the Miss Vor. For shame, Ellen, to censure your consequence? – why, that her rooms deserted as an ex-minister's levee, and mine Ellen. No, Madarn, I am its advocate; and cramm'd to suffocation with her Grace's most in that sex's name protest an abhorrence of puissant and noble friends.-Ha! ha! my dear those women who do not consider any thing Ellen, the court of St. James's run after a shameful but to be ashamed of any thing; good supper as eagerly as the court of alder- whose resemblance to nature and innocence
Ha! ha! your being in this country, exists but in their nakedness, and to whom Nabob, was thought quite charming.-A host honour is only known as a pledge at a gaming not being at home to receive bis guests is un- table. common new and elegant, isn't it. - Here we Miss Vor. Did you ever hear, Nabob? improve, my dear, on ancient hospitality Vorter. I did not bear a word she said; those little memorandums, Nabob, will give I was thinking of my speech. you an idea of the sort of thing.
Miss Vor. A peri, Gothic, low-bred creaVortex. [Reads] "March” — Oh! that's a ture! But her contemptible fortune suits uodelightful month, when nature produces nothing, common well with her grovelling ideas. and every thing is forc'd.—Let me see 2) Vortex. Don't you talk of her fortune, il “50 quarts of green pease, at five guineas a always makes my poor head worse. You know quart, that was pretty well:-500peaches” at the time I gave her five thousand pounds -at what?—"a guinea each."--Oh! 100 cheap. in lieu of what I called her expectations, !
Miss Vor. 'Tis very true; but I assure you had in my hands an enormous sum of hers. I tried every where to get them dearer, but o dear! I'm afraid the doctor was right-ah! cou'd not.
mine are certainly East India qualms-! wonder Vortex. And I suppose the new white satin if giving her fifty thousand back again wou'd furniture was all spoil'd.
do my heart any good ? Miss Vor. Oh! entirely-and the pier glasses Miss Vor. What! my dear Nabob? I deshivered to pieces so delightfully.
clare you quite shock me. Vortex. Well, I hope you had the whole Vortex. Oh, conscience! account put in the papers?
Miss Vor. Conscience! he! he! a thing so Miss Vor. Certainly, else what would have uncommon vulgar, a thing so completely chasbeen the use of giving the fête
. Then the seed; besides, you know very well it is abcompany; such charming eccentricity, such solutely impossible to exist under 20,0001. a year. characters out of character. We had a noble Vortex. That's very true. peer bowing for custom to his shop, and an Miss Vor. Some people certainly do conalderman turning over the music leaves for trive to grub on with ten thousand, but how the celebrated Soprano; an orator's lady de- they do it is to me miraculous; then think of tailing her husband's three hours speech in your intention of marrying me to the son of 1) Upon entering a new-built house, it is customary lo
your great rival the Baronet; think of bis warm it in the manner here described, among the ex- borough. 4) Home for the extravagance of Covent-Garden Market, I have made a motion on matrimony to Sir
Vortex. Ah! very true.-Conscience, avaunt
! This is altogether an excellent picture of Life in
Miss Vor. And young Stanley's arrival; ob! some of your election bills remain unliquidwhat a sweet youth!
ated, and I fear without a further mortgage Vortex. Oh! wbat a sweet borough interest! Sir Hub. Don't torture. Pardon me, good But I'm glad your heart is interested.
old man. Miss or. Heart interested! Lud, how can Heart. Truly, Sir Hubert, what might have you suspect me of so uncommon vulgar a been effected with 50001. some years ago, will sensation. I trust my joy is occasioned by pow. require ten - you must retrench your ideas more becoming a woman of fashion. bospitable benevolence. I am charmed because his fortune is large, Sir Hub. My worthy steward, my head has his family ancient; and because my marriage long acknowledg’d the truth of your arithwill render all my female friends so uncom- melic--but my head could never leach it to mon miserable; and because I suspect that my heart. Ellen met young Stanley at Spa, and that she Heart. And, sir, you may raise your rents. dares aspire to
Sir Hub. Never, Heartley-never.– What! Vorter. I wish she were out of the house. shall the many, suffer that I may be at ease! Miss Vor. No-she shall stay to witness my But away with care-this is a moment detriumph
voted to extasy -- this is the hour a doating Vortex. Shall stay. – I'm not to be contra- father is to clasp an only child, who, after dicted, you know-my physicians, combating with disease and death, returns
Miss Vor. Certainly not, my dear Nabob; triumphant to his arms in, lusty, health and but I may recommend ; I'm sure no physician manhood.-Ah! be approaches; 'tis my boywould object to your taking advice. Ab! does Dost thou not see him in the beechen avenue.Ellen love you as I do? — will she listen to Dull old man, advance thine hand thus-(Putyour speech as I intend to do? would she ting his Hand over his Forehead.]-See how ihrow away thousands for you in a night, his cyes wander with delight, and renovate as I do?
the pictures of his youth.-Ah! now he sees Vorte.r. Very true! very true! [Exeunt. his father, and flies like lightning. Scene IUI.- A Pleasure Ground, and a View Enter CHARLES STANLEY-[Kneels.] of an Ancient Castle.
Charles. My honour'd- my lov'd father! Enter Four Servants, dressed in old-fa- Sir Hub. Rise to my heart.--Stand off, and
shioned Liveries, then Sir Hubert STAN- let my eyes gloat upon thee -- thou art well. — LEY and HEARTLEY.
Thy arm, good Heartley.—Nay, do not weep, Sir Hub. Good Heartley, is all prepared for old Honesty, lwill infect me. my boy's reception, his favourite study on the Charles. Ah! my excelent old friend-in southern battlement? - Are his dogs train'l-health, I hope? bis hunters well condition'd?
. Aye, good master, and this day will Heart. To say, truth, Sir Hubert, the castlej make me young again. has been all day in quarrel
, each servant claim- Charles. Dear father, already must I become ing the right of exclusive attendance on his a suitor to you. Passing Oatland's farm, I dear young master.
found his lovely daughter Jessy in tears, ocSir Hub. I thank their honest loves. He casion'd ly her father's inability to pay his writes me he is well, good Heartley; quite rent. I dried them with a promise-[Heartwell.-Ha! the village bells proclaim my boy's ley shakes his Head, and Sir Hubert averts arrival. — Dost thou hear the people's shouts? his Face.] – Ha! your brow is clouded with
Heart. Aye, and it revives my old heart. unhappiness; _pray, sir -
Sir Hub. These welcomes are the genuine Sir Hub. Good Heartley, leave us—[Exeunt eflusions of love and gratitude - Spite of this Heartley and Servants) - Charles, so mixed Nabob's arts, you see how my loving neigh-is the cup of life, that this day, the happiest bours respect me.
thy old father can e'er hope to see, is dash'd
with bitterness and sorrow, boy. I have been Enter Servant.
a very unthrift to thee. Where is my boy?
Charles. Oh, sir. Sero. Not yet örriv’d, sir,
Sir Hub. Listen to me. You have heard Sir Hub. No!
bow my father kept alive the benevolent hospiServ. These rejoicings are for the Nabob's tality, that once distinguished Old England, daughter, who is just come from London. and I not finding in modern ethics aught likely
Sir Hub. Indeed! [peevishly]. Well, well. to improve either the morals or happiness of
Sero. My young master will alight privately mankind, determined to persevere in ibe ways at Oatland's farm, and walk through ihe park. of my fathers. Soon after you went abroad,
[Erit. the adjoining estate was purchased by an East Sir Hub. The Nabob's daughter!-Well, let Indian, groaning under wealth produc'd by it pass.—Heartley, what said farmer Oatland? groans. Like the viper, after collecting in the
Heart. Nothing but what profligacy and in- warm sunshine his bag of venom, he came to solence dictated -- he defied your power, and the abode of peace and innocence, and dissent to the Nabob.
seminated his poison. But mark me think Sir Hub. Ungrateful man! let a distress be me not so unjust, boy, as with random slander issued.-Hold; no, no.
to censure any body of men. No, thank heaven! Heart. Indeed, Sir Hubert, he is undeserving there are numbers whom Providence, in adyour lenity. Besides, sir, your mortgagee, Mr. dition to the power, has added the will, to Rapid, the wealthy taylor, will be here to-day render wealth' a blessing to all around them. -the interest on the mortgage must be paid Charles. You are ever just and liberal.
Sir Hugh. But for this vile exception, this Frank. If
honour be so gracious. Mr. Vorlex, I tell thee, riot, contention, in- Charles. Nay, wear your bat. dolence, and vice, succeeded. I struggled against Frank. () dear! O dear! what a pity nothis mischief, which spurr'd bim on to oppose body do see I. me in my election. This contest (I trust, Charles. Come, brother student, your hand. Charles, you think the dignity of our family Frank. My hand! Lord dong it, only think demanded it)—this contest, I say, oblig'd me o' I.
[Ereunt Hand in Hand to mortgage my estate to a considerable amount; and I fear, boy, even that will not suflice.
ACT II. Dost thou not blame thy father? Charles. Blame, sir?' my fortune, nay, my Enter Two Waiters, with Luggage, meeting
SCENE I.-A Room in an Inn. life is held but to promote your happiness. Sir Hub. Glorious boy! then all will be well
BRONZE. again--thy estate restor'd, thy wealth enlarg'd. 1st. Wait. Coming, sir. Charles. How?
Young R. [Without Zounds, why don't Sir Hub. By marriage, Charles.
you come? Why don't all of you come, eh? [Charles averts his face with dejection. Bronze. Waiter who are these people? Charles. Marriage, sir! – To conceal the 1st. Wait. I don't know, Mr. Bronze. - The passion that triumphs bere were but to deceive young one seems a queer one-be jump d out à father, and injure the bright excellence 1 of the mail, ran into the kitchen, whipp'd the love. When I was ill at Spa, the votaries of turnspit into a gallop, and made him keep pleasure avoided me as the harbinger of me- moving; and tho' not a minute in the house, lancholy, and I was despis’d as a thing pas- he has been in every room, from the garret sing into oblivion by all but one fair creature. to the cellar, I obtained an opportunity to thank her for 22. Wait. Father and son, I understand.the charitable pity her eye had beam'd on me. The name on the luggage, I see, is Rapid. Love soon kindled his torch at Pity's altar, Bronze. Rapid ! (Aside] Perhaps it is my for I found in Miss Vorlex such excellence-old master, the great tailor, and his harumSir Hub. Who?
scarum son-l'Il obscrve. Charles. Miss Vortex, sir.
1st. Wait. Here he comes full dash, and the Sir Hub. From India ?
old man trolting after him like a terrier. Charles. The same.
. Sir Hub. She that is now propos'd for your
Enter Old and Young RAPID. Charles. Is it possible?
Talliance? Young R. Come along, dad-push on, my Sir Hub. And awaits your arrival in the dear dad. Well, bere we are keep moving neighbourhood.
Charles. Oh! let me haste to her. — Yet moving all night in the mail-coach to please you? bold! Frank Oatland attends to hear your de- Young R. Mail! famous thing, isn't? Je up! termination.
whip over counties in a hop, step, and jump Sir Hub. At present, Charles, I cannot grant
-dash along: your suit. — [Charles beckons in Frank.)- Old R. Od rot such hurry-scurry doings
, Young man, tell your father the law must take say: Here have I ground my old bones all its course.
When I see in him symptoms of night in the mail, to be eight hours before contrition and amendment, 1 may restore him. my appointment with Sic Hubert Stanley; and Frank. Thank ye,—thank ye, sur.
now I'must sit biting my fingers. Charles. How came this distress to fall! Young R. Biting your fingers! No, no, 1 on him?
find you something to do. Come, we'll keep Frank. Why, sur, he went on farming pretty moving! tigbtish, didn't he, sur? till he keept company [Takes his Father by the Arm, who resists. wi' Nabob's sarrants; then all of a sudden he took to the gentleman line. I conceats, sur,
Enter LANDLORD. he didn't much understand the trim on't, for Land. Gentlemen, I beg leavethe gentleman line didn't answer at all. I hope Young R. No prosing-to the point. your bonour bean't angry wi' I for speaking Old R. For shame-don't interrupt the gento young. 'squire; your worship do know I tleman. were a bit of a playfellow wi'un, and we fol- Young R. Gently, dad-dash away, sir. lowed our studies together.
Land. A servant of Sir Hubert Stanley has Sir Hub. Indeed!
been inquiring for Mr. Rapid. Frank. Ees, sur, we went through our let- Young R. Push on! Jers--and a-b, ab-e-b, eb- there somehow I Land. And
expects him at the castle
. stuck, and 'squire went clean away into abre- Young R. That will do-push off-brushviation and abomination ?); and then I never run!
Erit Landlord, running cou'd take much to your pens, they be so That's the thing-keep moving:-1 cruel small; now a pitchfork do fit my band Old R. What do you say, Neddy? so desperate kindly as never was.
Young R. Neddy! damn it, don't call me Sir Hub. Ha! ha! Come, my boy, you'll Neddy. "I hate to be called Neddy. want refreshment.
Old R. Well, I won't. [Exit.- Frank bows, and is going. Young R. That's settled – I say—what's your Charles. What, honest Frank, will you not ness with Sir Hubert? - Some secret, eb? walk with me to the castle!
Old R. [Aside] I won't tell you. Oh no, 1) These are the first words of 5 syllables that children are
a bill he owes me for making his clothes and Taught to learn in their spelling-books.
Young R, Pugb! he's a ready-money man. needles now for?- [Searches the Pocket)I never made a bill out for him in my life.- Sure enough, here it is one end stuck into It won't do.
a letter, and the other into my back, I believe. Old R. Well then sit down, and I'll tell –Curse it?-Eh!—what's this? [Reads) "To you. [They sit Can you sit still a moment? Mr. Rapid-Free-Hubert Stanley:" Ha, ha,
Young R. [Jumping up] To be sure I can ha! here's dad's secret-Now for it! [Reads -now tell me, briefly-briefly. [Sits again very quick] "Sir Hubert Stanley will e.r
Om R. [Aside] Indeed l will not. You pect to see Mr. Rapid at the Castle, and must know
wou'd be glad to extend the mortgage, which Young R, Aye
is now 50,0001.” What's this?--[Reads again] Old R. You must know
-“Extend the mortgage, which is now 50,0001. Young R. Zounds! you have said that twice to seventy" Fifty thousand! huzza!—'tis so--now don't say it again.
my old dad worth fifty thousand — perhaps Old R. Well, I won't-You must know-seventy-perhaps-1'Il-no-l'Il—, 'tis a very long story, Young R. [Rising ] Then I'll not trouble you.
Enter WAITER. Old R. [Aside] I thought so. And pray what Wait. The buggy's ready sir. might induce you to come with me?
Young R. Dare to talk to me of a buggy, Young R. (Aside] Won't tell him of Jessy. and I'llOb, as we had given up trade, left off stitching Wait. Perhaps you would prefer a chaise - you know my way - I like to push on
and pair? change the scene, that's all-keep moring. Young R. No, I'll have a chaise and twelve.
old R. Moving! [Yawns] Oh, my poor Abscond! [Exit Waiter] I must must keep old bones! Waiter, bring me a night-gown. moring.--I must travel for improvement. First
[Waiter helps him on with a Night- I'll see the whole of my native country, its
bown-he lays his Coat on a Chair agriculture and manufactories. That, I think, Young R. What are you at, dad? will take me full four days and a half. Next Old R. Going to take a nap on that sofa. I'll make the tour of Europe; which, to do Young R. A nap-pugh!
properly, will, I dare say, employ three weeks Old R. Zounds! I've no comfort of my life or å month. Then, returning as completely
versed in foreign manners and language as Young R. Say no more.
the best of them, I'll make a push at high Old R. But I will, tho'—hurry, hurry-od life. In the first circles I'll keep movingrabbit it, I never get a dinner that's half dress- Fifty thousand! perhaps more-perhaps-oh! ed; and as for a comfortable sleep, I'm sure- Waiter. [Without] You can't come in. Young R. You sleep so slow.
Bronze. (Withoul] I tell you I will come in. Old R. Sleep slow! I'll sleep as slow as I Young R. Will come in! – that's rightplease; so at your peril disturb me. Sleep push on, whoever you are. slow indeed! [Yawning. Exit.
How do you do, Young R. That's right-sir-short-you're a Mr. Rapid? Don't you remember Bronze, your Gne fellow,
father's foreman, when you were a boy?' Wait. Yes, sar.
Young R. Ah, Bronze! how do you do, Young R. Does Farmer Oatland live here-Bronze? Any thing to say, Bronze? Keep abouts?
moving. Do you know, Bronze, by this letter Wait. Yes, sar.
I have discover'd that my father is worthYoung R. How far?
how much, think you? Wait. Three miles.
Bronze. Perhaps ten thousand. Young R. Which way.
Young R. Push on, Wait. Vest.
Bronze, Twenty, Young R. That will do--get me a buggy, Young R. Push on, Wait. Yes, sar.
Bronze. Thirty. Young R. Oh, if my old dad had left off Young R. Keep moving. business as some of your flashy tailors do, 1 Bronze. Forty. might have kept a curricle, and lived like a Young R. Fifty-perhaps-sixty-seventy man.—Is the buggy ready?
oh! I'll tell you. He has lent 50,0001., on Wait. No, sar.
mortgage, lo an old baronet, Young R. But to cut the shop with paltry Bronze. Sir Hubert Stfive thousand.- Is the buggy ready?
Young R. [Stopping him] I know his name Wait. No, sar.
as well as you do. Young R. Or to have dashed to Jessy. in a Bronze. (Aside] Here's news for my master! curricle. Is the buggy ready?
--Well, sir, what do you mean to do? Wait. No, sar.
[Exit. Young R. Do! Push on-become a man of Young R. To have flanked along a pair of fashion, to be sure. blood things at sixteen miles an hour. [Puts
Bronze. What would you say, himself in the act of driving, and sits on to get you introduced to a Nabob? the Chair where Old Rapid left his Coat- Young R. A Nabob! oh! some flash-in-thesprings from it again] - What the devil's pan chap. that? — Zounds! something has run into my Bronze. Oh, no! back.-I'll bet a hundred 'tis a needle in father's Young R. What, one of your real, genuine, pocket. — Confound it! what does he carry neat as imported, Nabobs?
if I were
Bronze. Yes, Mr. Vortes - Did you never mously.—It's my business to reduce it
. (Aside] hear of him?
-Now, my dear dad, in the first place, never Young R. To be sure I bave. But will you ? call me Neddy. Bronze. Yes.
Old R. Why, what must I call you? Young R. Ah! but will you do it directly? Young R. Ned-short-Ned. Bronze. I will.
Old R. Ned! O, Ned! Young R. Then push off-Stop-stop-I beg Young R. That will do. And in the next your pardon—it cuts me to the heart to stop place, sink the tailor. Whatever you do, sink any man, because I wish every body to keep ihe tailor. moving. But won't dad's being a tailor make Old R. Sink the lailar! What do you mean? an objection?
Young R. I've news for you. We are going Bronze. No; as you never went out with lo be introduced to Mr. Vories, the rich Nabob. the pattern-books.
Old R. You don't say so! Huzza; it will be Young R. (Sighing] Oh yes, I did. the making of us.
Bronze. That's awkward. But you never Young R. To be sure. Such fashion! Such operated ?
Young R. [With Melancholy) What do Old R, Aye, and such a quantity of liveries, you say?
and-Oh dear me! [With great dejection Bronze. I say you never
Young R. What's the matter? [Describes in action the act of sewing. Old R. [Sighing] I forgot I had left off Young R. [Sighing deeper] Oh! yes, I did, business. Bronze. That's unlucky.
Young R. Business! Confound it! Now, Young R. Very melancholy, indeed! pray keep the tailor under, will you? !
Bronze. I have it. Suppose I say you are send an express to London. (Runs io the Table. merchants.
Old R. An express! for what? Young R. My dear fellow, sink the tailor, Young K. I don't know.and I'll give you a hundred,
Enter WAITER. Bronze. Will you? Thank you.
Waiter, The bill of fare, gentlemen. Young R. Now push off.
Young R. Bring it here.- Reads] – "TurBronze. But don't be out of the way. bots--Salmon-Soles - fladdock-Beef - MutYoung R. Me; Bless you, I'm always in ton-Veal -Lamb-Pork- Chickens-Ducks
Turkies-Puddings—Pies." Dress it all-that's Bronze. Don't move,
the short way: Young R. Yes, I must move a little, away
Waiter. All! you go-[Pushes Bronze off]-Huzza! now Young R. Every bit. to awake old dad.-[Exit, and returns with Old R. No, no, nonsense. The short way Old Rapid] - Come along, dad.
indeed! Come here, sir.- Let me see
see-[Reads) Old Ř. (Half asleep) Yes, sir-yes, sir- --Um-Um-“Ribs of beef.”—That's a good I'll measure you directly – I'll measure you thing ;- I'll have that. directly.
Young R. What? Young R. He's asleep.-Awake!
Waiter. Ribs of beef, sir. Old R. What's the matter, eh! What's the Young R. Are they the short ribs? matter.
Waiter. Yes, sir. Young R. What's the matter! I have found Young R. That's right. fifty thousand in that letter?
Waiter. What liquor wou'd your
honour Old R. Indeed! (Opens the Letter eagerly] like? Ah! Neddy, have you found out
Young R. [Jumping up.] Spruce-beer. Young R, I have—that you are worth how Waiter. Very well, sir. much.
Young R. I must have some clothes. Old R. Why, since what's past
Old R. I'm sure that's a very good coat. Young R. Never mind what's past.
Young R. Waiter!-I must have a dashing Old R. I've been a fortunate man. My old coat for the Nabob.— Is there a rascally tailor partner usd to say, “Ah! you are lucky, Rapid; any where near you? your needle always sticks in the right place." 'Wailer. Yes, sir;-there are two close by.
Young R. No, not always. [Shrugging]- [Father and Son look at each other. But how much?
Young R. Umph! then tell one of them to Old R. Why, as it must out, there are fifty send me some clothes. thousand lent on mortgage. -- Item, fifteen Waiter. Sir, he must take your measure. thousand in the consols-liem
Old R. To be sure he must. Young R. Never mind the items.-The total, Young R. Oh, true! I remember the fellows my dear dad—the total.
do measure you somehow with long bits of Old R. What do you think of a plumb! -Well-send for the scoundrel. [E.xit Waiter
. Young R. A plum! Oh, sweet, agreeable, Old R. Oh, for shame of yourself! I've no little, short word!
patience. Old R. Besides seven hundred and ninety- Young R. Like you the better.-Hate paYoung R. Never mind the odd money—that tience as much as you do, ha! ba! – Must will do. But how came you so rich, dad? swagger a little. Dam'me, you must have kept moving.
oid R. Ah! I am too fond of you, I am, Old R.' Why, my father, forty years ago, Ned. Take my fortune; but only remember left me five thousand pounds; which, at com- this — By the faith of a man I came by it pound interest, if you multiply
honestly,—and all I ask is, that it may go as Young R. No; you have multiplied it fa- lit came.