Curfew, very right! You have it | Clivia, [Exit: bowing to Daring. every way! You are neither this, that, nor the other every thing and nothing: the most facetious, melancholy, complaifant, rude, polite, pleafant, impertinent perfon I ever beheld. Under favour, with numble fubmiffion, and begging your pardon. Ha, ha, ha! Dorington defcending the fair-cafe, leading lady Taunton. Herbert in the back ground. ton who returns. Cur. Pardon my prefumption, Sir, but I muft fay the perfons I meet at your table, do very little honour to your choice, Der. That, Sir, is your opinion. Cur. Allow me to remark, candour is my character; and there is not one among them but is a knavę or fool, or both, Dor. May be fo: what then, Sir? Cur. In my humble judgment, he Cur. My lord! I prefume to tell that affociates, with fuch, renders you, though a peer Dor. What is the matter, my good Sir? (To Lady Taunton) Let me fee you to your carriage. Lady T. Not yet gone, my lord? Lard L. Who can quit fuch good company? an Lady T. You are a little malicious, I fufpect. You are atorer of Olivia; and wish to rival your friend here? Der. Let him if he can. Lady T. Ten to one, now, to-I morrow morning, you will tell her I am, handed to my carriage by her lover; nay will infinuate we have had a tête-à-tête. You love mischief. Lord L. It is my ambition to vie with your ladyfhip. Lady T. Me Oh no! In the art of tormenting, I do not know your equal. Good night. Be cautioned. [Exit: led by Dorington. Lord L. And fo, my dear Mr. Curfew, as you were faying, you are the nonpareil of perfection. Cur. With fubmiffion, I was not faying any thing, Lord L. Oh! What, you were loft in aftonishment, at the galiantry of Doring on to lady Taunton,? Well, well; don't mention it to your ward! She is fcarcely a being of this age. Accuftomed to, your perfections, the has, no, indulgence for thefe fashionable accommodations. Bon foin! But don't tell himself their equal. Dor. Phaw! If I will affociate with no man who is either knave or fool, I muft cage myself at once. Nay, muft never look in a glass; for fear I fhould happen to meet one where I least expected it. Cur. Under correction, you, Sir, can discover merit where other peo ple can find nothing but defor mity. Dor. Then, Sir, under correction, have a pleasure, which I am forry other people want. Cur. I am concerned for my ward's fake. Dor. Nay, nay, leave her and me to fettle thofe points. Cur. Pardon me, my fcruples. must be quieted.. Dor. I thought I had quieted them all, when I agreed to leave her fortune in your hands, without intereft, for a term of fix years after the day of marriage. Cur. Excufe me, I am not fo cafily fatisfied. Dor. So it appears, Cur. Olivia begins to have her fcruples. Dor. Ha, ha, ha! Cur. With fubmiffion, your laugh is unmannerly; and I believe the is inclined to break, off the match. Dor. Good night, Sir. Cur. mark Dor. Dor. Not a word more. When- | won't leave you a morfel to put ever I perceive a gentleman obfti-i' your mouth. nately bent both to give offence and to take offence, I leave him: left I fhould follow a bad example... Car. Sir, I humbly prefume I never give a bad example. I never take offence: and he that fays I do is a-a-a Dor. Having been once in want, Herbert, thou art always in dread of it. Her. Why, if zo be as I might be zo bold. Dor. Ay furely! What should you fear, my good friend? Her. Don't ee cal I your friend: I be but a poor Devonshire lad. Dor. Poor, Herbert? You are the heir of landed property, of Her. Ees zure! I war ufed to play at pinch belly, and now the game is choak-throat! Dor. Well, Herbert, to fhew thee that they fhall not have all, here, take this; carry it to the poor tradesman, whofe goods thou knoweft were taken in execution. Her. Marcy goodness! A hundred pounds? Der. Tell him to pay his debts with half; and to increafe his little ftock with the remainder. Her. A hundred pounds! Dor. We give five hundred for a bauble, to glitter on the finger. Shall we refufe one to rescue a dozen human beings from famine, and imprisonment? 'Her. Zurely! Zurely !-Well may coufin Annabel zay, you be the kindeft, best, and most generous gentleman i'the whole wordle. Der. Not half fo good or fo kind as herself, Herbert. Her. Why, tho'f the be my cou which I expect you will very short-fin, I can't but zay, a's a kindly ly be in poffefion. Her. Ay, ay; you ha' bin to law: a drowing away a deal o' your own money, to get me a little o'mine. Dor. Why, what a contemptible fellow muft I have been, Herbert, could I have feen you and Annabel, your orphan coufin, robbed by a wicked and rapacious executor, and not have done you both right! | Speak honeftly: (Leans on his boulder) would you have feen me fo ufed? Her. Don't ee fpeak fo kindly to I, I do zee you worfe ufed every day of my life; and I can't help it, nether! Al a begging and a borrowing! and you never zaying nay! Money! Money! I do zee well enough, avore they've adone, they zoft zoul. Cor. Well, is the satisfied with her friend and protectrefs? Her, What, Mifs Olivia? Marcy dear! How can fhe be otherguefs? Why, fhe cals coufin Annabel zifter: ay and he treats her more reverently, by half, nur many a zifter, would. But now do 'ee, Zir, bethink you avore hand that, when you ha' giv'n al away, you'll ha' nothink vor yourzel. Dor. Well, make thyfelf eafy, good Herbert; when I have time, I will confider thy advice, Her. Nay but, I do befeech you,' don't ee ftay till then. No; don't ee, don't ee! Mifs Olivia herzel begins to be mortal uneafy about it. And I am zure coufin Annabel and Q2 I could Hair. No: you only fent mé money, to hire one, and buy the other; and I had a different ufe for that. But come, draw me a cork; inftantly. Here! Thomas! A A bottle of Burgundy! The best, you fly dog! I am in fine flavour muft let me have five hundred directly. Dor. Is that all? Hair. Oh I would not accept one farthing more. This is no rhodomontade! A rational fober plan! By only advancing five hundred pounds, I am to be fecured in a thousand a year. Dor. Indeed! Hair. Certain Damme, faid I, Ned Hairbrain, you are a lucky fellow! 'Twill just do you! A thoufand a year, you happy dog, will make an emperor of you! Quick! Quick, you tardy rafcal, and fecure it! Dor. A thousand a year? Hair. Yes. What thould I want with more I will pull up! No more mad freaks! I will be an or derly, fedate, confiderate, putt! I will go to bed at ten, get up at fix, eat poffet, fcold my fervants, and wear a fcratch! Oh! You shall see fuch a reform ! Dor. And who is to fecure the payment? Hair. Oh, the fecurity is unde niable! Der. How do you know? Hain Know? Proof pofitive! The advértifer himself told me fo. Dor. The advertiser? Hair. Yes, A. B. No. 13, Knave's Acre. All my fear is that I fhould let it flip. Dor. I will answer for that. Hair. Oh, damme, it will be fnatched at! Give me the money: it will be gone! A. B. told me he has already had five applica tions: mine was the fixth! But I pleafed him. He gave me the preDorington! I am a made man!ference. My honeft good-natured You fall drink a pint bumper to phyz ftruck him. me! The greatest event? Dor. What mad whim now? Hair. Baw! Damme now, Dorington, none of your dampers! I am high in luck, high in fpirits, and could leap over the moon. You Dir. But who and what is he? Hair. You have heard no doubt, of the pilula falutifera? Dor. 1 Not a word! Hair, Not Alexander Mackenzie, my coachman ? 'Der. GRASVILLE ABBEY; Restoration! Grateful MA thanks! Daily prayers! Tears in his eyes!-A. B. Knave's AcreHe is the man! Lamp at the back door. Dor. A. B? Hair. Yes. His are the genuine pills! T'other is an impoftor. A wonderful difcovery! One dofe, is fufficient-Profits prodigious!Make a cartload for a crown: fell a fingle box for a guinea! Der. Prodigious indeed! Hair. And for 5ool. I am to be taken in, as a fleeping partner. Der. What fhall I fay to thee, Ned? Arguments I know are vain: yet to throw money thus abfurdly away is painful, to be tricked out of it contemptible, and to become a vender of poifon by proxy not much to a man's honour. Hair. (Vexed) Ah, damme, I knew how it would be! I am not to be trufted! I have no difcernment! I tell you it is a certainty! The man is honeft. I thought I knew you, Dorington, that you would have taken fire! would have flown to affift fuch a fellow! But-Good night! Der. Stop, Ned! A ROMANCE. By G. M. (Continued from p. 81.) ATILDA ftopped a few moments to collect herself, before the difcovered to the inhabitant of this reclufe cell his midnight vifitor. But while fhe was contemplating his aged form, bent on the earth, his hands clafped, and eyes lifted towards heaven with a fervency of devotion she had hardly ever obferved, ideas ftruck her that by no means contributed to infpire that fortitude fhe fo much wifhed at this critical hour to posfefs. That very figure which the now fo much admired, nay almoft revered and loved, might have been an affiftant in taking away the life of her father;-and thofe very hands which the faw extended in the pious action of prayer, might have inflicted tortures on her parent. 66 Horrid ideas uncharitable confideration!" exclaimed a voice which feemed to pass by her, in a whifper. Matilda ftarted at the rebuke, but fhe had not even breathed her thoughts: fhe was therefore certain it must be fomething more than mortal. Heaven itfelf had chid her for the fuppofition. Trembling at the thought, the Hair. A kind thing done willing. fupported herself against the fide of ly is done doubly! Dor. Will you hear? Hair. A friend is one thing'; a refufal is another. Dor. Convince me, and you fhall have the money. Hair. No, damme! I have been rich; I am poor; but though my coat has faded, my foul is the fame! 'Tis an evergreen. Der. Why, Ned! Ned! [Exit. and fortitude of air peculiar to herfelf, requested his pardon for difturbing him at his devotions, and then begged him to liften with attention to a few circumstances fhe had to relate.' Father Peter looked at her with a piercing eye. Both being feated, and the hermit having trimmed his lamp, Matilda thus addreffed him: cures a place of grace,-wafted by heavenly angels, the reached the bofom of a merciful Redeemer. "Now, father, behold the clouds of adverfity gathering over the heads of her offspring; the brother petitions a noble relation of his mo ther to receive a fifter to his care, for no pecuniary advantage, but to fhield her from infults to which her age and fex, added to the unprotected ftate fhe was left in, every day fubjected her. The only anfwer they obtain is a direct denial from an artful prieft, who by his perfidious arguments had poifoned his patron's mind againft the chil"Brought up with all the tender-dren of a daughter whom he had Picture to yourself, father, a daughter, who never experienced the embrace of paternal love, but who was yet taught to revere the name of a parent, though her eyes were never bleffed with one glance of rapture on his countenance: nefs a fond mother can conceive for her fatherlefs children, their unprotected ftate ftill more endearing them to her maternal bosom,— The feels but little the lofs the had fuftained, in the comfort and happinefs of this remaining tie of duty and parental affection. Now then, continued Matilda, burking into tears, change this fcene of earthly blifs, and obferve her on the couch of ficknefs, clasping the hand of her child with looks, Oh! merciful God! fuch looks as I cannot describe, nor you conceive." She turned towards her aged auditor; the drops of fympathy trickled down his faded cheeks, while he begged her to be compofed, and continue her narrative. before forfaken when he had no advifer but a bad heart. "They leave their native country, to accept the invitation of a diftant relation in a foreign clime, where an afylum was yet hoped to be gained for the female wanderer, while her brother fought against the enemies of his country. Arrived at the principal city of England, they are plunged into diffipation, furrounded by temptation, and forfaken by thofe who frould have protected them against oppreffion. -Picture to yourself a villain, a dafardly villain, taking advantage of the neglect fhewn to the female relation of his friend, and at a moment when he thought himself free from moleftation, employing even "Her countenance, raised towards force to crufh her to the earth, and heaven, brightened at the very blaft her future days with fhame thought of thofe glorious realms, and forrow never to be erafed.and a chriftian's expectation beamed Her brother, witnefs to the fufferings in her eye; yet when he turned and ufage of a fifter, who, he knew, towards her daughter, tears would had no other friend to guard her again burst forth, and the would from a wretch unworthy to bear clafp to her heaving breaft the the image of his creator, feizes the weeping child, as if afraid to leave villain, who attempts to take his her in a world, encircled with hor-life; but the rafli, though excufable, rid guilt, and eternal deftruction. She doubted not the goodness of her God; her faith was great, but yet her feelings could not be fubdued. She died; and if a good life pro injured youth, ftrikes him to the ground, weltering in his blood, and momentarily expecting to pay that debt to nature, at the receival of which he had nothing to hope, but much |