a great luggerheaded cart, with wheels as thick as a brick wall, laid hawld on't, and has poo'd it aw to bits; crack, went the perch! down goes the coach! and whang says the glasses, all to shievers! Marcy upon us! and this be London! would we were aw weel in the country ageen! Jenny. What have you to do, to wish us all in the country again, Mr. Lubber? I hope we shall not go into the country again these seven years, mamma; let twenty coaches be pulled to pieces. Sir Fran. Hold your tongue, Jenny!ger in no fault in all this? -Was Ro J. Moody. Noa, sir, nor I, noather. Are not yow asham'd, says Roger, to the carter, to do such an unkind thing by strangers? Noa, says he, you bumkin. Sir, he did the thing on very purpose! and so the folks said that stood by-Very well, says Roger, yow shall see what our meyster will say to ye! Your meyster, says he; your meyster may kiss my-and so he clapped his hand just there, and like your worship. Flesh! I thought they had better breeding in this town. Sir Fran. I'll teach this rascal some, I'll warrant him! Odsbud! if I take him in hand, I'll play the devil with him. 'Squ. Rich. Ay, do feyther; have him before the parliament. Sir Fran. Odsbud! and so I will-I will make him know who I am! Where does he live? J. Moody. I believe in London, sir. Sir Fran. What's the rascal's name? to J. Moody. I think I heard somebody call him Dick. 'Squ. Rich. What, my name! Sir Fran. Where did he go ? J. Moody. By my troth, sir, I doan't know! I heard him say he would cross the same street again to-morrow; and if we had a mind to stand in his way, he would pooll us over and over again. Sir Fran. Will he so? Odzooks! get me a constable. Lady Wrong. Pooh! get you a good supper. Come, Sir Francis, don't put yourself in a heat for what cann't be help'd. Accidents will happen to people that travel abroad to see the world-For my part, I think it's a mercy it was not overturned before we were all out on't. Sir Fran. Why ay, that's true again, my dear. Lady Wrong. Therefore see to-morrow if we can buy one at second-hand, for present use; so bespeak a new one, and then all's easy. J. Moody. Why, troth, sir, I doan't think this could have held you above a day longer. Sir Fran. D'ye think so, John? J. Moody. Why you ha' had it ever since your worship were high sheriff. Sir Fran. Why then go and see what Doll has got us for supper-and come and get off my boots. [Exit Sir Fran. Lady Wrong. In the mean time, miss, do you step to Handy, and bid her get me some fresh nightclothes. [Exit Lady Wrong. Jenny. Yes, mamma, and some for myself too. [Exit Jenny. 'Squ. Rich. Ods-flesh! and what mun I do all alone? I'll e'en seek out where t'other pratty miss is, And she and I'll go play at cards for kisses. [Exit. Lord T. Bid them get dinner-Lady Grace, your servant. Enter Lady GRACE. Lady G. What, is the house up already? My lady is not drest yet. Lord T. No matter-it's three o'clock-she may break my rest, but she shall not alter my hours. Lady G. Nay, you need not fear that now, for she dines abroad. Lord T. That, I suppose, is only an excuse for her not being ready yet. Lady G. No, upon my word, she is engaged in company. Lord T. Where, pray? Lady G. At my Lady Revel's; and you know they never dine till supper-time. Lord T. No, truly she is one of those orderly ladies, who never let the sun shine upon any of their vices! -But pr'ythee, sister, what humour is she in to-day? Lady G. Oh, in tip-top spirits, I can assure youshe won a good deal last night. Lord T. I know no difference between her winning or losing, while she continues her course of life. Lady G. However, she is better in good humour than bad. Lord T. Much alike: when she is in good humour, other people only are the better for it; when in a very ill humour, then, indeed, I seldom fail to have my share of her. Lady G. Well, we won't talk of that now-Does any body dine here? Lord T. Manly promised me-By the way, madam, what do you think of his last conversation? Lady G. I am a little at a stand about it. Lord. T. How so? Lady G. Why—I don't know how he can ever have any thoughts of me, that could lay down such severé rules upon wives in my hearing. Lord T. Did you think his rules unreasonable ? Lady G. I cann't say I did! but he might have had a little more complaisance before me, at least. Lord T. Complaisance is only a proof of good breeding but his plainness was a certain proof of his honesty; nay, of his good opinion of you: for he would never have opened himself so freely, but in confidence that your good sense could not be disobliged at it. Lady G. My good opinion of him, brother, has hitherto been guided by yours: but I have received a letter this morning, that shews him a very different man from what I thought him. Lord T. A letter! from whom? Lady G. That I don't know; but there it is. [Gives a letter. Lord. T. Pray, let's see. [Reads.] The inclosed, 'madam, fell accidentally into my hands; if it no " way concerns you, you will only have the trouble of 'reading this, from your sincere friend, and humble 'servant, Unknown, &c.' Lady G. And this was the inclosed. [Gives another, Lord T. [Reads.] To Charles Manly, Esq. "Your manner of living with me of late, convinces me that I now grow as painful to you as to myself: but, however, though you can love me no longer, I ' hope you will not let me live worse than I did, be'fore I left an honest income for the vain hopes of 'being ever yours. MYRTILLA DUPE.' 6 P. S. 'Tis, above four months since I received |