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speare. The Right Honorable Daniel Dowlas, Baron Duberly. And now, my lord, to your lesson for the day. (They sit.)

Lord D. Now for it, doctor.

Pang. The process which we are now upon is to eradicate that blemish in your lordship's language, which the learned denominate cacology, and which the vulgar call slip-slop.

Lord D. I'm afraid, doctor, my cakelology will give you a tolerable tight job on't.

Pang. Nil desperandum."--Horace. Hem ! We'll begin in the old way, my lord. Talk on: when you stumble, I check. Where was your lordship yesterday evening?

Lord D. At a consort.
Pang. Umph! tête-à-tête with Lady Duberly, I presume.

Lord D. Tête-à-tête with five hundred people, hearing of music.

Pang. Oh! I conceive. Your lordship would say a concert. Mark the distinction. A concert, my lord, is an entertainment visited by fashionable lovers of barmony. Now, a consort is a wife.

Lord D. Humph! After all, doctor, I shall make but a poor progress in my vermicular tongue.

Pang. Your knowledge of our native, or vernacular language, my lord, time and industry may meliorate. Vermicular is an epithet seldom applied to tongues, but in the case of puppies who want to be worm’d.

Lord D. Ecod, then I an't so much out, doctor. I've met plenty of puppies since I came to town, whose tongues are so troublesome, that worming might chance to be of service. But, doctor, I've a bit of a proposal to make to you, concerning my own family.

Pang. Disclose, my lord.

Lord D. Why, you must know, I expect my son, Dicky, in town this here very morning. Now, doctor, if you would but mend his cakelology, mayhap it might be better worth while than the mending of mine.

Pang. I smell a pupil. (Aside.) Whence, my lord, does the young gentleman come?

Lord D. You shall hear all about it. You know, doctor, though I'm of good family distraction-

Pang Ex.

Lord D. Though I'm of a good family extraction, 'twas but t'other day I kept a shop at Gosport.

Pang. The rumor has reached me. “ Fama volat viresque."
Lord D. Don't put me out.
Pang. Virgil. Hem ! proceed.

Lord D. A tradesman, you know, must mind the main chance. So, when Dick began to grow as big as a porpus,

I got an old friend of mine, who lives in Derbyshire, to take Dick 'prentice at half-price. He's just now out of his time; and I warrant him, as wild and as rough as a rock. Now, if you, doctor_if you

would but take him in hand, and soften him a bit

Pang. Pray, my lord" to soften rocks."-Congreve. Hem! Pray, my lord, what profession may the Honorable Mr. Dowlas have followed ?

Lord D. Who? Dick? He has served his clerkship to an attorney, at Castleton.

Pang. An attorney! Gentlemen of his profession, my lord, are very difficult to soften.

Lord D. Yes; but the pay may make it worth while. I'm told that Lord Spindle gives his eldest son, Master Drumstick's tutorer, three hundred a year, and, besides learning his pupil, he has to read my lord to sleep of an afternoon, and walk out with the lap-dogs and children. Now, if three hundred a year, doctor, will do the business for Dick, I shan't begrudge it you.

Pang. Three hundred a year! Say no more, my lord. L.L. D. A double S, and three hundred a year! I accept the office. 6 Verbum sat.—Horace. Hem ! I'll run to my lodgings--settle with Mrs. Suds--put my wardrobe into a no, I've got it all


and- (Going.) Lord D. Hold, hold ! not so hasty, doctor; I must first send

you for Dick, to the Blue Boar. Pang. The Honorable Mr. Dowlas, my pupil, at the Blue Boar.

Lord D. Aye, in Holborn. As I aint fond of telling
people good news beforehand, for fear they may be baulked,
Dick knows nothing of my being made a lord.
Pang. Three hundred a year!

- " I've often wished that I had, clear
For life-six” no; three-

“ Three hundred.” Lord D. I wrote to him just before I left Gosport, to tell him to meet me in London with

Pang. Three hundred pounds a year !-Swift. Hem !
Lord D. With all speed upon business, d'ye mind me.

Pang. Dr. Pangloss, with an income of !-no lap-dogs, my

lord ? Lord D. Nay, but listen, doctor; and as I didn't know where old Ferret was to make me live in London, I told Dick to be at the Blue Boar this morning, by the stage-coach. Why, you don't hear what I'm talking about, doctor.

Pang. Oh, perfectly, my lord-three hundred-Blue Boars-in the stage-coach!

Lord D. Well, step into my room, doctor, and I'll give you a letter which you shall carry to the inn, and bring Dick away with you. Į warrant the boy will be ready to jump out of his skin

Pang. Skin ? jump! Bless me! I'm ready to jump out of mine! I follow your lordship—oh, doctor Pangloss. Where is your philanthropy now. I attend you my lord !“ Æquam memento."Horace. Servare mentemhem ! bless me, I'm all in a fluster, L. L. D. A. double S., and three hundred a-I attend your lordship


One Richard Daw, as stories go,
A grocer lived in Peter's Row-
His wife, in true domestic style,
Poor Mister Daw would oft revile;

For ever wanting something new,
She'd cry, 'Now, Dear, I wish that you
Would do as other people do.
There's Mrs. Brown, she keeps a car,
And drives about both near and far--
To Donnybrook, the Rock, and stay
Just now and then, a night at Bray.
Then since we all want something new,
My dearest Daw, I wish that you,
Would do as other people do.


What now,' says Daw, 'what want you next ?'
Nay, Daw, my love, now don't be vex'd,
You know we live in dirt and filth-
A country house would save my health
And here's a spot with charming view-
Dear Darling Dick, I know that you
Will do as other people do.'
The house was bought-a gardener hir’d,
And friends of coming never tir’d-
Dinners and suppers-port and punch-
And droppers in must have a lunch.
And when poor Daw impatient grew,
Dicky, my sweet !' she cried—sure you,
Must do as other people do !
But now Dick's cash ran very brief,
And so he turn'd another leaf-
The gardener went—the car was sold
The furniture all turn'd to gold.

0, Daw!' she cried, 'what shall we do!'
'Indeed, says Daw, 'You know that you
Must do as other people do.'
Poor Mister Daw, from change of life,
Soon lost his angel of a wife,
And now, retrieving his affairs,
Most christian-like his loss he bears.


And when you ask him, 'How do you do ?'
Dick cries, ' Indeed, to tell you true,
I do as other people do !


John Littlejohn was staunch and strong,
Upright and downright, scorning wrong;
He gave good weight, and paid his way,
He thought for himself, and said his say.
Whenever a rascal strove to pass,
Instead of silver, a coin of brass,
He took his hammer, and said with a frown :-
The coin is spuriousNail it down !''

John Littlejohn was firm and true,
You could not cheat him in “two and twe”;
When foolish arguers, might and main,
Darkened and twisted the clear and plain.
He saw through mazes of their speech
The simple truth beyond their reach;
And crushing their logic, said, with a frown :-
" Your coin is spurious-Nail it down !"

John Littlejohn maintained the right,
Through storm and shine in the world's despite:
When fools or quacks desired his vote,
Dosed him with arguments, learned by rote,
Or by coaxing, threats or promise tried
To gain his support to the wrong side,
Nay, nay," said Joha, with an angry frown,
Your coin is spurious-Nail it down !

When told that kings had a right divine,
And that the people were herds of swine,
That nobles alone were fit to rule,
That the poor were unimproved by school,

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