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Lailors, I attend their board; and take care, Old Reo. There let him.stay: [Bluntly] ah, Dexter, that my drapery is exquisitely fitted. madam, I see the effects of last night's agiLet the anatomy of my figure be fully dis- tation, -am grieved—but not surprised. Oh played; the bust ample; and the swell of the these husbands! these husbands! but I am talower muscles well defined.

king an unwarrantable liberty. Dex. Rely on my care.

[Exit.. Lady Stan. Dear sir, your feelings do you Om Rev. For do you hear; if I can get into honour: your soothing sympathymy clothes, I certainly won't have them. Old Rev, Lady Stanmore, I am a man, alMrs. Rev. Hla! ha!

most ashamed of being one: we are all tyOld Rev. Oh dear! Oh dear! But while all rants and bullies! but if women will not emis artificial, why not transform me into some-ploy those irresistible weapons nature bas thing young and stylish ? Have we not pearl armed them with, (and which are most puispowder for the pimpled, and cosmetics for the sant in Lady Stanmore) [Bowing] they must cadaverous ? Have we not unguents, for re- be content to remain the slaves of these bomoving beards from the chins of dowagers, badil bashaws. and Macassar oil for placing them on the lips Lady Stan. The very words my dear Miss of boys ? Have we not stockings for legs with- Raven has used. out calves, stays for calves without heads, and Old Rev. Then she must be an amiable, wigs for heads without brains? and is not the well-meaning woman. mind as artificial as the body? Have we not Lady Stan. In her absence, sir, may I reladies' lips, that can smile or poul at com- quest the honour of your confidence? 'the bemand ? necks that can bend without humility? nefit of your experience? You have been more arms that can embrace without sincerity ? and than once married ? false bosoms that conceal falser hearts?

Old Rev. Two wives, madam: killed them

[Exeunt, both: no spirit, or they might have led me SCENE II.— A Breakfast-room at Sir Ar-like a muzzled bear; buí they adored, drooped,

and died. THUR STANMORE's ; on one side the Stage, a Table with tea Equipage.

Lady Stan. I own I love Sir Arthur.

Old Rev. Then prove it.
Enter Lady STANMORE.

Lady Stan. How? Lady Stan. Sir Arthur not here yet? Heigho! Old Rev. By curing him of his tyranny. what a miserable woman I am! I've kept my Lady Stan. In what way? room till noon to make him suppose I've slept Old Rev. By leaving him. profoundly, though I have not closed my Lady Stan." [Eluted] 'Tis my fixed delerweary eyes. Oh, there's his servant. Randal! mination-I'm delighted you approve my plan.

Yes, I will leave him.
Enter RANDAL.

Old Rev. [Smiling] No you won't.
Does Sir Arthur know breakfast waits ? Lady Stan. Why?
Ran. Sir Arthur has breakfasted.

Old Rev. He won't let you.
Lady Stan. Indeed!

Lady Stan. Do you think not? what a triRan. [Aside] Alas! he tasted nothing. umph! [Exulting] I'll put him to the test

Lady Stan. Then why don't you order directly. coffee? stay! where is your master?

Old Rev. The sooner the better. Adieu! Ran. In his library, madam.

Lady Stan. But, sir, if he should—'tis a Lady Stan. (With anxiety] Is he much foolish fear, perbaps-but-if-he-should not agitated, Randal?

prevent-my-leaving him. Ran. [Surprised] Agitated, madam? Old Rev. Then, madam, honour my house Lady Stan. [Sharply) What is he doing? by your residence-my equipage by your emRan. Reading, my lady.

ployment-my fortune by your acceptance. Lady Stan. How long has he been reading?!" Lady Stan. Kind, true friend! Ran. All the morning:

Old Rep. That I am!

(Aside. Lady Stan. Impossible! What did you say Lady Stan. My trunks are corded. when he inquired for me?

Old Rev. Bravo! Ron. He did not inquire for you, my lady.. Lady Stan. They shall be brought here:

Lady Stan. [With' vexation] Oh, very thenwell!—Not inquire for me? Take away those Old Rev. [4side] Out you go. [Gun fired things.

at a distance] A signal for me to crowd sail Ran. I thought you ordered coffee.

and
get

aboard_"hen seize the helm, and steer Lady Stan. You thought? [Peutishly] Take to victory."

[Exit. them away. [Exit Randal, removing tea

Enter RANDAL. Equipage] The world combines to torment Lady Stan. Randal! come hither; accept me: 'Miss Raven promised to be here, but she this token of my respect. I may not see you deserts me.

again, old man. [Giving Purse) In a few [Gate-bell rings.]

ininutes I leave this house for ever, Ah! here she is ! how a propos !--[Running Ran. Leave the house!-no-no, indeedtowards the Entrance] Oh my kind friend! no such thing.

Lady Stan. How dare you take that liberty? Enter OLD REVEL.

Ran. Indeed, lady, you take more liberty Old Reo. May I hope to be honoured by with me; you have no right to make me mithat envied title?

serable. Lady Stan. [Curtseying] Sir Arthur is in Lady Stan. Silence ! and tell your master I his library, sir.

must speak with bim instantly.

ons,

Ran, Ah, lady, where will you find hap- In the Pavilions are Tables luxuriously piness?

furnished.-The Back of the Scene is a Lady Stan. Any where but here.

marine View.-A Band of Music is playRan. I'm sure I would rather cry here than ing.Company are seated in the Pacililaugh any where else.

- Servants attending with RefreshLady Štan. Obey me, Sir, and order those ments. - Mrs. Revel doing the Honours trunks to be brought in. [Randal beckons of the Fete. Huzzas behind.- A Gun is Servants, who enter with Trunks] Now, Ob- fired. stinacy, dear tutelary spirit of my sex, sup

Enter JONATHAN. port me through this trial !—He's coming. Jon. Madam, the fleet has doubled the point, [Collecting her Fortitude. the yachts are in sight.

(A dressed Ship is at anchor, towards Enter Sir ARTHUR.

which are steering the prize Yachts, attended Sir Arth. Randal! relurn that book to its by Steamers and numerous Boats gaily proper shelf. [Seeing the Trunks, starts-looks equipped; when the first passes the Ship anxiously at Lady Stanmore, but recovers at anchor Guns are fired— Cheers are his Composure] Why do these trunks en-heardThe Band plays “Rule Britannia. ") cumber this apartment? Lady Stan, Neither the trunks nor their pro

Enter Dexter out of Breath. prietor will long encumber it: put them to Dex. Madam! Madam! your husband is ihe carriage.

defealed, distanced, obliged to give in: he is Sir Arth. [Aside] Indeed! Manhood, be firm. come on hore in a terrible storm; but as I

Ran. To the carriage, my lady? Master- don't fancy these land breezes, I'll run into not-not to the

harbour.

[Eri. Sir Arth. [Calmly] Don't you hear your

Enter Young REVEL. lady's orders? [Trunks are borne out. Exit Randal, following:

7. Reo. Beat! disgraced! Bungling blockLady Stan. Is it possible? [A. idej Oh, dear, head! dolt! idiot! What, to be last, when he'll let me go

even to be first is a folly, a gewgaw, a toy! Sir Arth. My servant, madam, informed me, but if ever again I — Ab, Constance! you're you wish to see me. I instantly obeyed your heard, I suppose? but, hey day! here's a dissummons, and now wait your commands. play, to celebrate my defeat, no doubt.

Lady Stan. My commands! Don't insult me, Mrs. Rev. 'Tis very stylish, is it not? Sir Arthur. I have borne insults enough: one Y. Rev. Why, wife, have you lost all sense more I must bear; that of being turned out of prudence? Such an expense! of your house a beggar.

Mrs. Rev, Never mind the expense; but Sir Arth. Lady Stanmore! as this may be welcome the guests, my dear! our last conference, it would be but decent to Y. Rev. But they are not welcome, my dear! let truth preside at it. You turn yourself out. Mrs. Rev. Nonsense! Come, my jolly tar"), As to maintenance-name your wishes, and, in, in, and refit; there's every thing in proon my honour, my signature shall follow the fusion. demand.

Y. Rey. I dare say there is. Lady Stan. I dare say you will grudge no Mrs. Rev. Oh! the fortunate victor is landed, expense to get rid of me; but I won't accepl I see. Do you know who he is? a farthing. I have friends that are not weary Y. Rev. I don't know the sellow: some er

must go, or I shall faint. [Aside] travagant puppy heedlessly sailing into the Sir Arthur Stanmore, if you have any thing vortex of ruin! to add, this is the moment. [Pause] Nothing? Mrs. Rev. Whoever he is, I, as patroness

Sir Arth, Only, Harriet, a sincere and heart- of your fète, must receive him with polite refelt wish that you may find that happiness spect. it has not been my good fortune to secure to Y. Rev. [Sullenly] I suppose you must. you.

[Bows. Lady Stan. Barbarian ! I - Farewell! Enter in Procession-Sailors bearing Flags

[Rushes out,

Peasants in their holyday Clothes, decoSir Arth. [Walking about agitated) She rated with blue Ribbonsthe Crew of the will not-must not go. Randalı Randal! re- Yacht handsomely equipped-Girls dresscall

ed with Garlands, bearing a small PlatEnter RANDAL.

form decorated with miniature Flags, on

which is placed the Prize-cup-the ProWhat noise is that?

cession closed by Old Revel'in a dandy Ran. The carriage driving off.

naval Costume

the Company bow - he Sir Arth. Are you certain ?

salutes them in passing-Shouts. Ran. You may see it leaving the avenue. Sir Arth. I cannot see it. [Covering his the pleasure to congratulate you an your

Mrs. Rev. [Takes the Prize-cup] I have Face] 'Tis done! My wife, gone? Ran. Dear master, be comforted.

lory, and to present its splendid reward. Sir Arth. Do not speak, old man; follow me

[Presenting the Cup, which Old Revel to my room. Hush! I thought I heard

receives, and hands it to his Boatswain. Strikes his Forehead and exit, Randal

Y. Reo, Though a stranger and a rival, following:

must express my admiration of your skill, and

-Eh-your-Why-No, it can't SCENE III.The Stage is occupied by Pa- Old Řev. Yes it can.

vilions with silk Draperies and Flags.

of me.

ric

Vy, Eddard! dont

1) Sailor

eye ?

my defeat?

you

know your own natural father, because Frank. [Faintly smiling] Broke! only my he's new rigged, and has hoisted a caxon?) own heart, mother. Y. Rev. You, Sir, pretend

Dame. Your heart? [Commandingly] Frank Old Rev. And you pretend to sail a boat Ryeland, how came you by that money? againsl me, that can steer into a musquito's Frank. Our landlord, Mr. Revel, was kind

enough to advance it. Y. Rev. And so I am indebted to you for Dame. Bless bim! bless bim! [Frank stri

kes his Forehead] Why do you sigla so heaOld Rev. I'm sure I'm indebted to you for vily? Why start so? my victory. Y. Rev. A dear victory!-if I may judge by

Enter FANNY BLOOMLY. the extravagant

Fanny. Oh cruel forsworn man! He has Old Rev. Oh! cost lots of shiners ;) hardly basely deserted me. got a shotleft in the locker; 3)—but 'lis whole- Frank. Nay, Fanny: some; and who knows but I may live twenty: Fanny. You can't deny it. The wicked payears the longer for't? So you would grudge per is signed by your barbarous hand. Yes, the expense, Ned?

Dame, he has forsaken me for the lucre of Y. Rev. Certainly not; I begin to feel what gain. an inconsiderate ass I've been.

Dame. What! were these the terms? Give Old Rev. [Aside] Ha! ha! Brought him on her up, to save me? Cruel boy! to suppose a his beam-ends +). But I say, messmate, why mother's happiness could be built on her child's so molancholy? You seem as much out of misery. your element as a grampus on a gravel walk. Frank. Never mind me; think of yourself. Rouse up, my hearty! and take a bit of backy. Dame. Myself? you are myself; Oh, ten [Opening a large Tobacco-box] No? then thousand times dearer than myself! you don't know the staff of life. But avast!

[Throws herself into a Chair. avast! tho': while we are sarving out this pa- Fanny. [Sobbing] I'm sure, Mr. Ryeland, Javer, the sports are taken aback. Ya! hoy! if I wanted lovers, I need not cry about that. Boatswain ! pipe all hands, and clear decks Dame. [Rising] What's to be done? for a dance; and do you hear ? let it be elegant. Fariny. I forgot : Old Mr. Revel ordered us Boats. A reel, my commander ?

to be at the Hall. Old Rev. A reel, you lubber? You can dance Dame, Come, then, my children, we must that when you are drunk; which we must obey; and Frank, mind you are submissive soon be, as in duty bound. No; get ready to your landlord. your grapplers ; make prize of a full comple- Frank. Submissive! He struck me. ment of pretty wenches; form two lines a-1. Dame.[Endeavouring to contain herRage] bead, and manoeuvre a country, dance; and Struck you! well! then, to do the genteel thing, finish with a Frank. His father interposed. I respected bornpipe.

his presence, and left the house. A Country dance ; after which a Girl dan- Dame. [Culmly] Good boy, you did right,

ccs a Hornpipe. Old Revel enjoys it; Yes, yes, I'm thankful it ended so. A blow? fidgets about; at last joins her in the Insulied my broken-hearted son? Then I'll Dance. Scene drops.

face him, and see if he'll strike me. Come,

my dears ! I hope my poor wits will hold. ACT V.

Struck you? I'll go to him. [Exeunt. Scene I.-DAME RYELAND's Cotlage.-DAME Scene 11.–4 Saloon at Young Revel's. RYELAND discovered at the Window.- She

Enter BUTTERCUP in a splendid Livery. curtseys and nods.

Butter. [Admiring his Person] If this don't Enter FANNAH.

beat cock-fighting, I'll be shot. But what's beDame. Well, Hannah! are our neighbours come of old master? However, that's no affair assembled? Are they impatient?

of mine; for if he wants me, 'tis his business Han. Oh no, they said they were sure you to look for me. would not wrong them of a penny.

Dime. Heaven knows I would not But Enter Old Revel, fashionably dressed, what will they say, if Frank fail in getting Old Reo. So, this is fashionable ease! Was the money? And how can he succeed? --where ever unfortunate old gentleman so trussed up raise such a sum? 'Tis impossible. I had better and spitted! But if the father's follies can teach go and own the truth. 'Tis a sharp trial, but the son wisdom, I'd become emperor of the must meet it.

dandies. I should like a pinch of snuff if I

could get at it. [Endeavours to find his Pockets. Enter Frank.

Buller. A stranger! Now to show my shaFrank. [Exultingly] My father's debts are pes,

Bows. paid; my mother's mind is at peace.

Old Reo. [They approach] Why Bobby? Damé. No, Frank! Nor can it be, till she ha! ha! knows more. Look at me! you have not used Butter. Why, is it master? Je! he! What dishonest means? You have not broke- a comical concern they have made of him ! 1) A wig. Our readers will remember the old barber in

Drabbit it, Squire, if we were to go home in Walier Scott's Antiquary.

these clothes, how old Blucher ?) would sa2) silver pieces.

vage us, and the turkey-cock gobble at us! 3) Hardly got any money left. 4) A vessel Jaying on her side, is said to be on her beam

Old Rev. How do you like this sort of life, eh ? ends,

1) The name of a dog.

Butter. Hugely. Swinging on a gate all day more divorces tban conjugal fidelity. – In a is nothing to it.

word, nations are indebted to it for peace, Old Rev. And bave you thrown about your and refined society for its existence ! money?

Y. Rev. You are an able advocate, madam. Butter. Sown it broadcast.

Mrs. Rev. Your insincere praise proves, at Old Rev. Bravo! away! for here's my con- least, I have gained a coñveri. federate. Waste your time how you like. Y. Rev. I love sincerity.

Butter. I will, with all diligence. He! he ! Mrs. Rev. So do I, but it is not a garment He'd be worth his weight in gold stuck up in for everyday's wear and tear, being formal, a cherry orchard; but, bless him, be has a starch, and plebeian. good heart.

[Exit.

ou Rev. When do you put it on? Enter MRS. REVEL.

Mrs. Rev. In the solemn hour of devotion

in the privacy of wedded love for the reMrs. Reo. [Walking round Old Revel] ception of real friendship-[bowing to Old ReExquisite! the concentrated essence of supreme vel] I wear it now. bon ton

Old Rev. But, zounds, we are becoming Old Rev. Nay, don't laugh. Where's Ned? moral!

Mrs. Rev. Studying the multiplication-table, Y. Rev. And very becoming it is. and projecting plans of economy, more absurd, Old Rev. That's more than your coat is: if possible, than his schemes of extravagance: the collar is too low, my dear boy! tbere, he's coming, most dutifully, to admonish his (arranging it] that's better, father.

Y. Rev. My dear sir, I have left off the Old Rev. Hush! he's here.

fancy for these Enter Young Revel and JONATHAN, with the gloves ?), I bope ?

oid Rev. Left off the fancy! but you've got

[Sparring at him. Books. Y. Rev. Jonathan, where's the book I or

Enter JONATHAN. dered? [Taking a Book] Dr. Franklin! great Jon. One of your honour's tenants waits. political economist! [Reads] "Early to bed, Y.Reo. Indeed ! (with importance) nobody and early to rise, makes a man healthy, weal- must wait for me: I go immediately. thy, and wise." I'll get that by heart.”'“Take Old Rev. Their time is valuable. care of your shillings - guineas take care of Y. Rev. Not more than mine, I assure you, themselves.” That golden rule I'll double down Pardon my leaving you, sir,—but business must for my improrident father. I must look into be minded. [Ereunt Y. Rev.and Jonathan. bis afffairs.

Old Reo. Ha! ha! [Returns Jonathan the Book, who goes off. Mrs. Rev. 'Tis the mother of young Rye

Oid Rev. [To Mrs. Revel] How kind, to land: she will not spare him. do for me, what he never did for himself! Old Rev. I hope not; for nothing will cure

Y. Rev. '[Looking at Old Revel] My father, him but his sounding the bass string of buin that dress!

mility, and draining the chalice to its bitterest Old Rev. [Alarmed] What's the matter dregs. But here comes my blusking datling

, with it? If any thing is out of taste I shall Fanny! Now to rouse her vanity-try her fifaint! Call back the tailors !

delity—and if she comes pure from the ordeal

, Y. Rev. Oh no, they have done quite enough. then bless her with the man of ber heart. See [With Solemnity] I have been reflecting on how I'll play the young lover. : my past life, my father! oid Rev. [In the same Tone] You have

Enter FANNY BLOOMLY. done quite right, my son ! take a pinch.- Fanny. Oh! good venerable old gentleman!

[Presenting Snuff-box. Mrs. Rev. Rather an awkward beginoing! Y. Rev And 'tis high time for me to have done with lesity.

Fanny. I would beg, but my poor heart beats Old Reo. It is indeed, Ned! La, la, la, la ! so—

[Attempts walizing with Mrs. Revel. Old Rev. So does mine. You were no doubt Y. Reo. How

can you, Constance, lend thinking of my passion-my sighs-,. [you yourself to such absurdity? I thought you a Fanny. Indeed, sir, I was noi thinking about reasonable woman.

Old Reo. You'll make me wretched, Fanny! Mrs. Rev. A reasonable woman! My love, Fanny. Never mind that, sir. don't propagate such a report, or I shall be Old Rev. And, then, I must leave you. supposed to have lost my senses,

Fanny. Thank you, sir. Oh, madam! Y. Neo. Come—this rolly is assumed! I de

[Running to Mrs. Revel. test dissimulation !

Mrs. Rev. Be comforted: I'll love you. Mrs. Rev. Delest disssimulation? Would

Fanny. Will you, lady? ah, but then what you, with Gothic sternness, break the bonds signifies your love compared to my dear Frank's? of civilized society ? 'Tis the school of mutual Old Rev. Bless her constant heart! I can instruction, where faitbless husbands learn pru- withhold no longer: I'll give her the promise, dence and uxoriousness, and vixen wives to -[Takes out paper] Fanny, I here offer you lisp my duck and my deary: where lawyers a settlement that will make you as bappy as pretend to quarrel, and doctors to agree. Disa princess. simulation is the cementer of new friendships,

Fanny. I won't bave it - I had rather not and the tinker ') of old ones: it makes more be as bappy as a princess. matches tban mutual attachment, and prevents 1) Boxers are called gentlemen of the Fancy; and old 1) Vender.

Revel is thus made guilly of a miserable pon,

[To Old Revel

Old Rev Nay, but look at it.

abuse, scold, insult, or, with slones, sticks, [Giving the Paper. or staves, assault

, beat, or batter, the aforesaid Fanny. [Seeing Frank's Writing, runs Sir Arthur-" into Old Revel's Arms, and kisses him] How Lady Stan. May I inquire what those parchI love you!

ments are? Old Rev. Do you? [Delighted] I almost Old Reo: [Chucking her under the Chin] wish I had the paper again!

Your articles of separation, my dear! No fear Fanny. I'm the happiest young girl! of your husband's troubling you when this is Old Rec. And I'm the happiest old boy!

executed. Fanny. Now to show this to dear Frank! Lady Stan. I'm sick at heart. [Aside. Old Rev. Not till I give you leave, remember.

Old Rev. I'll tell the lawyer to wait on you Fanny. Oh, you dear man!

at home. [Extending her Arms. Lady Stan. [Hanging her head] Sir, I-I Old Rev. Prudence!" not to be again ventur--have no home. ed, or the consequences might be. -Out of my Old Rep. True: then at Miss Raven's. sight, you tempting, teasing, tickling

Lady Stan. (Shuddering] Don't name her. [Exit Fanny. He goes up the Stage in Old Rev. Not your friend? Ecstasy:

Lady Stan. Friend! she has caused all my Mrs. Rev. My brother!

misery; and when I flew to ber with open

arms to seek the shelter of her heart and home, Enter SIR ARTHUR STANMORE. she insulted-refused to see me. Sir Arth. Constance, she is gone – lost to Old Rev. That's always the way with these me for ever!

meddling advisers; but you'll find my conduct Old Rev. Another couple to make happy ! very difierent. -I've as much hammering together as the Lady Stan. I'm sure I shall. Scotch blacksmith ?).

Old Rev. So, whenever you happen to come Sir Arth. She must have been the victim of this way, and will call in and take a lunchsome envious meddling adviser-some insi- [Lady Stanmore starts] And I'm sure, Condious serpent

stance, you'll make Lady Stanmore welcome, Old Rev. That was me.

as far as a cup of tea and a muffin goes. Sir Arth. And am I indebted to you for the Lady Stan. Insupportable humiliation! Sir, loss of my wife?

[Indignantly. I hope I feel, as ought, your protecting Old Reo. To be sure you are! now here's courtesy, and have the honour to wish you å gratitude! and but that I am the sweetest- good morning. tempered

Mrs. Rev. Where are you going, my dear Mrs. Rev. [To Old Revel] Come, sir, this sister? is too distressing.

Lady Stan. I know not-farewell! Old Rev. Not a bit: do him good. I have Mrs. Itev. Stay and hear me: I insist. seen Lady Stanmore: she loves you, and when Lady Stan. Excuse me-

[Going I mentioned your name, she blessed you, and Mrs. Rev. I entreat. [Lady Stanmore curta tear of repentant love fell upon this hand. seys, and remains] There is an asylum I

Sir Arth. [Eagerly taking it] What! on would propose, [beckoning to Sir Arthur, this hand? you have raised me from despair! who enters,] where the world's malice could -a precious drop! and on this band ? never reach you, where tranquil happiness

oid Rev. I beg your pardon; I just want would beam around you, and peace enshrine my hand for a minute, to take a pinch of in its lovely temple. snuff: upon my hononr you shall have it again. Lady Stan. Is there such a haven for a

Mrs. Rev. Ah! Lady Stanmore's carriage! wretch like me to shelter in?
Sir Arth. Let me fly to her!

Mrs. Rev. Yes, dearest sister; its gates are Old Rev. [Holding' him] Fly to her you now open: I will lead you to your sanctuary. inay; but go to her you shall not. Retire !

[Leads her towards Sir Arthur. Mrs. Rev. Dear brother! all is concerted Lady Stan. (Seeing Sir Arthur, with Arms for your happiness ; pray retire, and watch extended, rushes to his Feet] My husband! my signal.

Sir Arth. Rise lo my heart! [Raising her] Sir Arth. [To Old Revel] Restore but my — 'tis your home, my Harriet! Harriet to these arms, and I am your debtor Lady Stan. I can only offer tears. beyond what gratitude can pay! [Exit. Sir Arth. Then let mine, which spring from

Old Rev. Within there! those old parch-joy's purest fountain, change their bitterness ments - quick! [Servant brings in Parch-to' balmy sweetness, lo connubial joy. ments, and cxitWhat have we here? an Old Rev. [Throwing away parchment, old cancelled deed: it will do. “I must be and wiping his eyes). This snuff is always cruel only to be kind.”

getting into my eyes! That's finished; and now

for Ned, and tben my task is done. Come, Enter Lady STANMORE.

come, time enough for raptures: to business! Lady Slan. Good morning, madam. [Bow- to business. I shall want you all ;-you, Sir ing to Mrs. Revel] My dear Sir, I have taken Arthur, must become a black-leg, and your the frecdom

ladyship a blue-stocking ?). Hollo, Dexter! Old Rev. Ah! is it you? [Nods, pretending to read, but secretly observing Lady 1) The blue stockings or blues are the femmes savantes Stanmore] “And further, that the aforesaid of England, « most formidable party in Literature at Harriet Stanmore shall not, by tumult of tongue,

the present day. They are called blues, from their

affecied negligence of dress, so far as to wear (horri1) Marrying at Grelna Green.

ble for a lady) a blue slocking.

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