wi' my lord, this I think is the proper juncture | public business has twa consciences; mind, Sir, till feel the political pulse of my spark, and yance for aw till set it to the exact measure that I would ha'e it constantly beat. Enter EGERTON. Come hither, Charles. Eger. Your pleasure, Sir? Sir P. About twa hours since I told you, Charles, that I received this letter express, complaining of your brother's acteevity at an election i' the north, against a particular friend of mine; which has given great offence; and, Sir, ye are mentioned in the letter, ass weel ass he. To be plain, I must roundly tell ye, that on this interview depends my happiness, ass a mon and a faither, and my affection till ye, Sir, ass a son, for the remainder of your days. Eger. I hope, Sir, I shall never do any thing either to forfeit your affection, or disturb your happiness. Sir P. I hope so too; but to the point-the fact is this. There has been a motion made this vary day, to bring on the grand affair, which is settled for Friday se'nnight: noow, Sir, ass ye are popular, ha'e talents, and are weel heard, it is expacted, and I insist upon it, that ye endeavour till atone for yeer misconduct, by preparing and taking a lairge share in that question, and supporting it wi' aw your poower. Eger. But, Sir, I hope you will not so exert your influence, as to insist upon my supporting a measure by an obvious prostituted sophistry, in direct opposition to my character and my con science. Sir P. Conscience! did ye ever hear ainy man talk of conscience in poleetical maiters conscience, quotha!-I ha'e been in parliament these three-and-tharty years, and never heard the term made use of before-Sir, it is an unparliamentary word, and ye wull be laughed at for it. Eger. Then, Sir, I must frankly tell you, that you work against my nature-you would connect me with men I despise, and press me into measures I abhor. For know, Sir, that the malignant ferment, which the venal ambition of the times provokes in the heads and hearts of other men-I detest. Sir P. What are ye aboot, Sir; with your malignant, yeer venal ambeetion, and your romantic nonsense? Sir, every mon should be ambeetious till serve his country-and every mon should be rewarded for it. And pray, Sir, would not ye wish till serve yeer country? answer me that, I say, would not ye wish till serve your country? Eger. Only show me how I can serve my country, and my life is her's.--Were I qualified to lead her armies, to steer her fleets, and deal her honest vengeance on her insulting foes; or could my eloquence pull down a state leviathan, mighty by the plunder of his country, black with the treasons of her disgrace, and send his infamy down to free posterity, as a monumental terror to corrupt ambition, I would be foremost in such service, and act it with the unremitting ardour of a Roman spirit. Sir P. Why, ye are mad, Sir; stark, staring, raving mad; certainly the fellow has been bitten by some mad whig or other! ye are vary youngvary young, indeed, in these matters; but experience wull convince ye, Sir, that every mon in twa consciences; a releegious and a poleetical conscience-you see a mairchant, or a shopkeeper, that kens the science of the world, always luocks upon an oath in a custom-house, or behind a counter, only as an oath in business-a thing of course-a mere thing o' course, that has naething till do wi' releegion; and just so it is at an election, exactly the same-for instance, noow, I am a candidate—pray observe-I gang till a periwig-maker, a hatter, or a hosier, and I give ten, twanty, or tharty guineas, for a periwig, a hat, or a pair of hose, and so on through a majority o' voters; vary weel, what is the consequence? why, this commercial intercourse, ye see, begets a friendship betwixt us, and in a day or twa, these men gang and give me their suffrages. Weel, what is the inference, pray, Sir? can ye, or ainy lawyer, divine, or casuist, caw this a bribe? nae, Sir, in fair poleetical reasoning, it is ainly generosity on the yane side, and gratitude on the ither-so, Sir, let me ha'e na mair of yeer releegious or philosophical refinements; but prepare-attend-and speak till the question, or ye are nae son o' mine-Sir, I insist upon it. Enter SAM. Sam. Sir, my lord says the writings are now ready, and his lordship and the lawyers are waiting for you and Mr. Egerton. Sir P. Vary weel; we'll attend his lordship. [Exit SAM.] Come, Sir, let us gang doown and despatch the business. [Going, is stopped by EGERTON Eger. Sir, with your permission, I beg you will first hear me a word or two upon this subject. Sir P. Weel, Sir; what would ye say? Eger. I have often resolved to let you know [Bows very low.] my aversion to this match. Sir P. Hoow, Sir? Eger. But my respect and fear of disobliging you, hitherto kept me silent. Sir P. Your avarsion! hoow dare ye use sic language till me? your avarsion! luock you, Sir, I shall cut the matter vary short-Conseeder-my fortune is nae inheritance; aw my ain aquisection; I can make ducks and drakes of it; so do not provoke me, but sign the articles directly. Eger. I beg your pardon, Sir; but I must be free on this occasion, and tell you at once, that I can no longer dissemble the honest passion that fills my heart for another woman. Sir P. Hoow! another woman! ah, ye villain, how dare ye love another woman without my parmission-but what other woman? wha is she? speak, Sir, speak. Eger. Constantia. [Bowing very low. Sir P. Constantia! Oh, ye profligate! what, a creature taken in for charity? Eger. Her poverty is not her crime, Sir, but her misfortune; and virtue, though covered with a village garb, is virtue still; therefore, Sir Sir P. Haud yeer jabbering, ye villain! haud yeer jabbering! none of yeer romance, or refinement, till me. I ha'e but yane question till ask ye, but yane question, and then I ha'e done wi' ye for ever--for ever-therefore think before ye answer; wull ye marry the lady, or wull ve break my heart? Eger. Sir, my presence shall not offend you any longer: but when reason and reflection take their turn, I am sure you will not be pleased with yourself for this unpaternal passion. [Going. Sir P. Tarry, I command you-and I command ye likewise not to stir till ye ha'e given me yane answer-a defeenitive answer-wull ye marry the lady, or wull ye not? Where is Maister Sidney? Enter SIDNEY. Eger. Since you command me, Sir, know then, that I cannot-will not marry her. [Erit. Sir P. Oh! the villain has shot me through the head; he has cut my vitals! I shall run distracted there never was sic a bargain ass I ha'e made wi' this feulish lord-possession of his whole estate, wi' three boroughs upon it; sax members! why, what an acquiseetion, what consequence! what dignity, what weight till the house of Macsycophant-O! domn the fellow-three boroughs, only for sending doon six broomsticks-Oh! miserable; ever since this fallow came intill the world have I been secretly preparing him for the seat of ministerial dignity, and sure never, never were times so favourable-every thing conspires; for aw the auld poleetical posthorses are broken-very singular business.winded, and foundered, and canna get on; and ass till the rising generation, the vanity of surpassing yane another in what they feulishly caw taste and ailegance, binds them hond and foot in the chains of luxury; which wull always set them up till the best bidder; so that if they can but get wherewithal till supply their dissipation, a meenister may convert the poleetical morals of aw sic voluptuaries intill a vote that would sell the nation till Prester John, and their boasted leeberties till the great Mogul. [Exit. ACT V. SCENE I-A Library. Enter SIR PERTINAX and BETTY. Sir P. Come this way, Betty, come this way; ye are a gude girl, and I'll reward you for this discovery. Oh! the villain! offer her marriage! Bet. It is true, indeed; I would not tell your honour a lie for the world; but in troth it lay upon my conscience, and I thought it my duty to tell your worship. Sir P. Ye are right, ye are right; it was yeer duty to tell me, and I'll reward you for it; ye say Maister Sidney is in love wi' her too-pray, how came you by that intelligence? Bet. Oh! Sir, I know when folks are in love, let them strive to hide it as much as they will; I know it by Mr. Sidney's eyes, when I see him stealing a sly side-look at her; by his trembling, his breathing short, his sighing when they are reading together-besides, Sir, he made love verses upon her, in praise of her virtue, and her playing upon the music; ay! and I suspect another thing, Sir; she has a sweetheart, if not a husband, not far from hence. Sir P. Wha! Constantia ? Bet. Ay, Constantia, Sir-Lord, I can know the whole affair, Sir, only for sending over to Hadley, to farmer Hilford's youngest daughter, Sukey Hilford. Sir P. Then send this instant, and get me a particular account of it. Bet. That I will, this minute, Sir. Sir P. In the meantime keep a strict watch upon Constantia and be sure ye bring me word of whatever new matter ye can pick up aboot her, my son, or this Hadley husband or sweetheart. Sid. Sir Pertinax, your servant. Mr. Tomlins me yeer hond, gin it did na luock like flattery Sid. Sir, you are very obliging. Sir P. Sit ye doon here, Maister Sidney sit ye doon here by me-my friend. [They sit.] am under the greatest obligations till ye, for the care ye ha'e taken of Charles-the principles, releegious, moral, and poleetical, that ye ha'e infused intill him, demand the warmest return of gratitude, baith fra him and fra me. Sid. Your approbation, Sir, next to that of my own conscience, is the best test of my endeavours, and the highest applause they can receive. Sir P. Sir, ye deserve it, richly deserve it; and noow, Sir, the same care that ye ha'e had of Charles, the same my wife has taken of her favourite, and sure never were accomplishments, knowledge, or principles, social and releegious, impressed intill a better nature than Constantia's. Sid. In truth, Sir, I think so too. Sir P. She is, besides, a gentlewoman, and of ass gude a family as any in this county. Sid. So I understand, Sir. Sir P. Sir, her faither had a vast estate; the which he dissipated, and melted in feastings, and friendships, and charities, hospitalities, and sic kind of nonsense-but to the business.-Maister Sidney, I love ye-yas, I love you, and ha'e been luocking oot, and contriving hoow till settle ye in the world: Sir, I want till see ye comfortably and honourably fixed at the heed of a respectable family, and gin ye were my ain son, a thoosand times, I could na mak' a mair valuable present till ye for that purpose, ass a partner for life, than this same Constantia, wi' sic a fortune doon wi' her ass ye yoursel shall deem to be competent: ay, and an assurance of every canonical contingency in my poower till confer or promote. Sid. Sir, your offer is noble and friendly; but though the highest station would derive lustre from Constantia's charms and worth; yet, wer she more amiable than love could paint her in the lover's fancy, and wealthy beyond the thirst of the miser's appetite, I could not-would not wed her. [Rises. Sir P. Not wed her! odzwins, mon! ye surprise me! why so? what hinders? [Rises. Sid. I beg you will not ask a reason for my refusal; but, briefly and finally, it cannot be, nor is it a subject I can longer converse upon. Sir P. Weel Sir, I ha'e done, I ha'e done-sit doon, mon-sit doon again-sit ye doon. [They sit.] I shall mention it no more-not but I must confess honestly till ye, friend Sidney, that the match, had ye approved of my proposal, besides profiting you, would ha'e been of singular sarvice till me likewise; hoowever, ye may still sarve me ass effectually ass if ye had married her. Sid. Then, Sir, I am sure I will most heartily. Sir P. I believe it, I believe it, friend Sidney, and I thank ye. I ha'e nae friend till depend upon but yoursel-my heart is almost broke-I canna help these tears; and to tell ye the fact at yance, your friend Charles is struck wi' a most dangerous malady, a kind of insanity-in short, this Constantia, I am afraid, has cast an evil eye upon him-do ye understand me? Sid. Not very well, Sir. Sir P. Why, he is grievously smitten wi' the love of her, and I am afraid will never be cured withoot a leetle of your assistance. Sid. Of my assistance! pray, Sir, in what manner? Sir P. I ha'e done wi' ye-I ha'e done wi' ye. Ay, ay, noow I can account for my son's conduct; his avarsion till courts, till meenisters, levees, public business, and his disobedience till my commands-a perfeedious fellow-ye're a Judas! ye ha'e ruined the morals of my son, ye villain, but I ha'e done wi' ye; however, this I wull prophesy at oor pairting, for your comfort, that gin ye air so vary squeamish in obliging your patron, ye'll never rise in the church. Sid. Though my conduct, Sir, should not make me rise in her power, I am sure it will in her favour-in the favour of my own conscience too, and in the esteem of all worthy men; and that, Sir, is a power and dignity beyond what patrons of any denomination can confer. [Exit Sir P. What a reegorous, saucy, stiff-necked fallow it is!-I see my folly noow; i am undone by my ain policy! this Sidney was the last man that should ha'e been about my son. The fallow, indeed, hath given him principles that might ha'e done vary weel among the ancient Romans, but are domned unfit for the modern Britons-weel! gin I had a thoosand sons, I never would suffer yane of yeer English univarsity bred fellows, till Sir P. In what manner! Lord, Maister Sid-be aboot a son of mine again; for they ha'e sic an ney, how can ye be so dull? Now then, my vary gude friend, gin ye would take an opportunity to speak a gude word for him till the wench, and contrive to bring them together once, why, in a few days after, he would nae care a pinch o' snuff for her. [SIDNEY starts up.] What is the matter wi' ye, mon-what the deevil gars ye start and luock so astonished? Sid. Sir, you amaze me! In what part of my mind, or conduct, have you found that baseness, which entitles you to treat me with this indignity? Sir P. Indignity-what indignity do ye mean, Sir? Is asking ye till serve a friend wi' a wench an indignity? Sir, am not I your patron and benefactor, ha? Sid. You are, Sir, and I feel your bounty at my heart-but the virtuous gratitude, that sowed the deep sense of it there, does not inform me, that in return, the tutor's sacred function, or the social virtue of the man, must be debased into the pupil's pander, or the patron's prostitute. a pride of leeterature and character, and sic saucy English notions of leeberty, conteenually fermenting in their thoughts, that a man is never sure of one of them; but what am I to do? Zoons, he must nae marry this beggar-I canna sit doon tamely under that-stay, haud a wee; by the blood, I have it-yas! I ha'e hit upon 't. Enter BETTY. Bet. Oh! Sir, I have got the whole secret out. Bet. About Miss Constantia; I have just had all the particulars from farmer Hilford's youngest daughter, Sukey Hilford. Sir P. Weel, weel, but what is the story? quick, quick, what is it? Bet. Why, Sir, it is certain that Mrs. Constantia has a sweetheart, or a husband, a sort of a gentleman, or a gentleman's gentleman, they don't know which, that lodges at Gaffer Hodges'; for Sukey says she saw them together last night in the dark walk, and Mrs. Constantia was all in tears. Sir P. Ah! I am afraid this is too gude news till be true. Sir P. Hoow! what, Sir, do ve dispute? are je na my dependant-ha! and do ye hesitate aboot an ordinary civeelity, which is practised every day by men and women of the first fashion? Sir, let me tell ye, however nice ye may be, there Bet. Oh! Sir, it is certainly true; besides, Sir, is nae a dependant aboot the coort that would nae she has just writ a letter to the gallant; and I jump at sic an opportunity till oblige his patron. have sent John Gardener to her, who is to carry Sid. Indeed, Sir, I believe the doctrine of pimp-it to him to Hadley; now, Sir, if your worship ing for patrons may be learned in every party would seize the letter. See, see, Sir, here John school for where faction and public venality are comes, with the letter in his hand! taught as measures necessary to the prosperity of the Briton and the patriot-there every vice is to be expected. Sir P. Go, go; step ye out, Betty, and leave the fallow till me. Bet. I will, Sir. [Exit. so I'll e'en go through the short way; let me see what is the name-Mel-Meltil-Oh! no! Melville, at Gaffer Hodges'. Sir P. Oho! oho! vary weel, fine insinuations! I ken what ye glance at-yas, ye intend this satire Enter JOHN, with a packet and a letter. as a slander upon meenisters-ay! ay! fine sedee- John. There, go you into my pocket. [Puts tion against government.-Oh! ye_villain--ye-up the packet.] There's nobody in the library- ye sirrah-ye are a black sheep, and I'll mark ye, and represent ye: I'll draw your picture-ah! ah! I am glad ye show yoursel-yas, yas-ye ha'e taken off the mask at last: ye ha'e been in my service for many years, ye hypocrite! ye impos tor-but I never knew your principles before. Sid. Sir, you never affronted them before; if you had, you should have known them sooner. VOL. I....I 6* Sir P. What letter is that, Sir? Sir P. Give it me, Sir. John. An't please your honour, Sir-it it is not mine. Sir P. Deliver it this instant, Sirrah; or I'll break yeer head. John. There, there, your honour. [Gives the letter to SIR PERTINAX. Sir P. Be gone, rascal-this I suppose wull let us intill the whole business. John. You have got the letter, old surly, but the packet is safe in my pocket. I'll go and deliver that, however; for I wull be true to poor Mrs. Constantia, in spite of you. [Aside: exit. Sir. P. [Reading the letter.] Um!-Um!Um! And bless my eyes with the sight of you. Um! um! Throw myself into your dear arms. Zoouns, this letter is invaluable! Enter LADY MACSYCOPHANT and EGERTON. Weel, Charles, notwithstanding the meesery ye ha'e brought upon me, I ha'e sent for ye and yeer mother, in order till convince ye baith of my affection, and my readiness till forgive; nay, and even till indulge your parvarse passion; for since I find this Constantia has got hold of your heart, and that your mother and ye think that ye can never be happy withoot her, why I'll nae longer oppose your inclinations. Eger. Dear Sir, you snatch me from the sharpest misery. On my knees, let my heart thank you for this goodness. Lady M. Let me express my thanks too, and my joy; for had you not consented to his marrying her, we all should have been miserable. Sir P. Weel, I am glad I ha'e found a way till please ye baith at last--but noow, my dear Charles, suppose noow, that this spotless vestal, this wonder of vartue, this idol of your heart, should be a concealed wanton after aw! Eger. A wanton, Sir! [Eagerly. Sir P. Or suppose that she should have an engagement of marriage, or an intrigue wi' another mon, and is only making a dupe of ye aw this time; I say, only suppose it, my dear, dear Charles; what would ye think of her? Eger. I should think her the most deceitful, and the most subtle of her sex, and if possible would never think of her again. Sir P. Wull ye give me yeer honour of that? Eger. Most solemnly, Sir. Sir P. Enough-I am satisfied. [Cries with joy] You make me young again; was afraid ye were fascinated wi' the charms of a crack. Do ye ken this hond? Eger. Mighty well, Sir. Lady M. As well as I do my own, Sir; it is Constantia's. Sir P. It is so; and a better evidence it 19, than any that can be given by the human tongue; here is a warm, rapturous, lascivious letter, under the hypocritical siren's ain hond; her ain hond, Sir, her ain hond. But judge yourselves-read it. Eger. [Reads.] I have only time to tell you, that the family came down sooner than I expect ed, and that I cannot bless my eyes with the sight of you till the evening. The notes and jewels, which the bearer will deliver to you, were presented to me, since I saw you, by the son of my benefactor Sir P. Now, mark. Eger. [Reads.] All which I beg you will convert to your own immediate use, for my heart has no room for any wish, or fortune, but what contributes to your relief and happiness. Sir P. Oh, Charles, Charles? do ye see, Sir, what a dupe she makes of you? But mark what follows; mark, Charles, mark. Eger. [Reads.] Oh, how I long- Eger. [Reads.] To throw myself into your dear, dear arms Sir P. Mark, mark. Sir P. There, there's a warm epistle for you! in short, the fact is-the hussy, ye must know, is married till the fallow. Eger. Not unlikely, Sir. Lady M. Indeed, by her letter, I believe she is. Sir P. Noow, Madam, what amends can ye make me for countenancing your son's passion for sic an a reptile? and ye, Sir, what ha'e you till say for your disobedience and your frenzy? Oh! Charles! Charles, you'll shorten my days! [Sits down. Eger. Pray, Sir, be patient-compose yourself a moment; I will make you any compensation in my power. Sir P. Then instantly sign the articles of marriage. Eger. The lady, Sir, has never yet been consulted, and I have some reason to believe that her heart is engaged to another man. Sir P. Sir, that is nae business of yours-I know she wull consent; and that's aw we are till consider. Oh! here comes my lord! Enter LORD LUMBERCOURT. Lord L. Sir Pertinax, every thing is ready, and the lawyers wait for us. Sir P. We attend your lordship; where is Lady Rodolpha? Lord L. Giving some female consolation to poor Constantia. Why, my lady! ha! ha! ha! hear your vestal, Constantia, has been flirting! Sir P. Yas, yas, my lord, she is in very gude order for ainy mon that wants a wife, and an heir till his estate, intill the bargain. Enter TOMLINS, Tom. Sir, there's a man below, that wants to speak to your honour upon particular business. Sir P. Sir, I canna speak till any body noowhe must come another time; haud-stay, what, is he a gentleman ? Tom. He looks something like one, Sir; a sort of a gentleman; but he seems to be in a kind of a passion; for when I asked his name, he answered hastily, 'tis no matter, friend, go tell your master there is a gentleman here, that must speak to him directly. Sir P. Must! ha! very peremptory indeed! pr'ythee let's see this angry sort of a gentleman for curiosity's sake. [Exit TOMLINS. Enter LADY RODOLPHA. Lady R. Oh! my Lady Macsycophant, I am come an humble advocate for a weeping piece of female frailty; who begs she may be permitted to speak till your ladyship, before you finally reprobate her. Sir P. I beg your pardon, Lady Rodolpha, but it must not be; see her, she shall not. Lady M. Nay, there can be no harm, my dear in hearing what she has to say for herself. Sir P. I tell you, it shall not be. Lady M. Well, well, my dear, I have done, I have done. Enter TOMLINS and MELville. Sir P. Weel, Sir, pray what is your urgent business wi' me, Sir? Mel. To shun disgrace and punish baseness. Sir P. Punish baseness? what does the fallow mean? wha are ye, Sir? Mel. A man, Sir. Sir P. A mon, Sir! Mel. And one whose spirit and fortune once bore as proud a sway as any within this country's limits. Lord L. You seem to be a soldier, Sir! Mel. I was, Sir, and have the soldier's certificate, to prove my service--rags and scars: for ten long years, in India's parching clime, I bore my country's cause, and in noblest dangers sustained it with my sword-at length ungrateful peace has laid me down, where welcome war first took me up-in poverty-and the dread of cruel creditors. Paternal affection brought me to my native land, in quest of an only child. I found her, as I thought, amiable as paternal fondness could desire; but foul seduction has snatched her from me; and hither am I come, fraught with a father's anger, and a soldier's honour, to seek the seducer, and glut revenge. Lady M. Pray, Sir, who is your daughter? Mel. I blush to own her-but-Constantia. Omnes. How! Lady M. Constantia ! Eger. Is Constantia your daughter, Sir? Mel. She is, and was the only comfort that nature, fortune, or my own extravagance, had left me. Sir P. Gude traith, then I fancy ye wull find but vary little comfort fra her; for she is nae better than she should be-she has had nae damage in this mansion; but ye may gang till Hadley, till yane farmer Hodges, and there ye may learn the whole story, fra a cheel they caw Melville. Mel. Melville! Sir P. Yas, Sir; Melville. Mel. O would to heaven she had no crime to answer but her commerce with Melville-no, Sir, he is not the man; it is your son, your Egerton, that has seduced her! and here, Sir, are the evidences of his seduction. Eger. Of my seduction, Sir? Mel. Of yours, Sir, if your name be Egerton. Eger. I am that man, Sir; but pray what is your evidence? Mel. These bills, and these gorgeous jewelsnot to be had in her menial state, but at the price of chastity; not an hour since she sent them, impudently sent them, by a servant of this house; contagious infamy started from their touch. Eger. Sir, perhaps you may be mistaken concerning the terms on which she received them; do you but clear her conduct with respect to Melville, and I will instantly satisfy your fears conconcerning the jewels and her virtue. Mel. Sir, you give me new life; you are my better angel-I believe in your words, your looksknow then-I am that Melville. Sir P. Hoow, Sir! ye that Melville, that was at farmer Hodges'? Mel. The same, Sir; it was he brought my Constantia to my arms; lodged and secreted meonce my lowly tenant, now my only friend; the fear of inexorable creditors made me change my name from Harrington to Melville, till I could see and consult some who once called themselves my friends. Eger. Sir, suspend your fears and anger but for a few minutes-I will keep my word with you religiously; and bring your Constantia to your arms, as virtuous and as happy as you could wish her. [Exeunt LADY MACSYCOPHANT and EGERTON. Sir P. The clearing up of this wench's virtue is domned anlucky! I'm afraid it wull ruin aw oor affairs again-hoowever, I ha'e yane stroke still in my heed, that wull secure the bargain wi' my lord, let matters gang as they wull. [Aside.] But I wonder, Maister Melville, that ye did nae pick up some leetle matter of silver in the IndiesAh! there ha'e been bonny fortunes snapped up there of late years by some of the meelitary blades. Mel. Very true, Sir; but it is an observation among soldiers, that there are some men who never meet with any thing in the service but blows and ill fortune-I was one of those, even to a proverb. Sir P. Ah! 'tis pity, Sir; a great pity, noow, that ye did nae get a mogul, or some sic an animal, intill your clutches-Ah! I should like till ha'e the strangling of a nabob-the rummaging of his gold dust, his jewel closet, and aw his magazines of bars and ingots; ha! ha! ha! gude traith, noow, sic an a fellow would be a bonny cheel to bring over till this toown, and till exhibit him riding on an elephant; upon honour, a mon might raise a poll tax by him that would gang near till pay the debts of the nation! |