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Sir Gre. Do so, da so : Tiin is without; Har. Well, sir, it is difficult for me to refuse just come from his uncle Tregegle's, at Mene- you any thing. gizy, in Cornwall. Tim is an honest laddo Sir Gre. Ten thousand thanks. Good now ! so, do so—Erit JENK. Well, Mr. Hartop, the pope-Wonderful! I'll minute it luwi and so we have a peace, lack-a-day! long. Both the Needles? looked-for come at last. But, pray, Mr. Hartop, Har. Ay, both. how many news-papers may you have printed in Sir Gre. Good now; I'll minute it-the Lia-week?
zard-point-both the Needles Scilly-rocksHar. About an hundred and fifty, Sir Gre- bishop of Greenland-St. Peter's chair- Why gory.
then, when this is finished, we may chance to atSir Gre. Good now, good now! and all full, tack the great Turk, and have holy wärs again, I reckon ; full as an egg; nothing but news! Mr. Hartop. Well, well, I shall go to London one of these Hur. That's part of the scheine. days. A hundred and fifty? Wonderful! And Sir Gre. Ah, good now! You see I have a pray, now, which do you reckon the best? head! Politics have been my study many a day.
Har. Oh, Sir Gregory, they are various in Ah, if I had been in London to improve by tho their excellencies, as their uses. If you are news-papers,! They tell me Dr. Drybones is to inclined to blacken, by a couple of lines, the re- succeed to the bishoprick of Wisper? putation of a neighbour, you may do it for two | Har. No; Doctor shillings in one paper: if you are displaced, or Sir Gre. Indeed! I was told by my landlord disappointed of a place, a triplet against the mi-at Ross, that it was between him and the dean nistry will be always well received at the head of of anotber; and then, as a paper of morning Har. To my knowledge, amasement, you bave the Fool.
Sir Gre. Nay, you know best, to be sure. If Sir Gre. The Fool? good lack! and pray who it should Hush! here's Mr. Jenkins and son and what may that same fool be?
| Tim-mum !-Mr. Jenkins does not know any Her. Why, Sir Gregory, the author has art-thing about the treaty with the pope? fully assumed that habit, like the royal jesters of Har. Not a word. old, to level his satire with more security to him Sir Gre. Mum! self, and severity to others. Sir Gre. May be so, may be so ! The Fool!
Enter Tim and MR. JENKINS. ba, ha, ha! Well enough; a queer dog, and no fool, I warrant you. Killigrew ; ah, I have heard L. Jen. Mr. Timothy is almost grown out of my grandfather talk much of that same Killi- knowledge, Sir Gregory. grew, and no fool. But what's all this to news, | Sir Gre. Good now, good now! ay, ay; Ill Mr. Hartop? Who gives us the best account of weeds grow a-pace. Son Tim, Mr. Hartop; a the king of Spain, and the queen of Hungary, and great man, child! Mr. Hartop, son Tim. those great folks! Come now, you could give us 1. Har. Sir, I shall be always glad to know every a little news, if you would ; come now-snug! | branch that springs from so valuable a trunk as -nobody by. Good now, do; come, ever so Sir Gregory Gazette little.
Sir Gre. May be so. Wonderful! ay, ay. Har. Why, as you so largely contribute to the Har. Sir, I am glad to see you in Herefordsupport of the government, it is but fair you sbire-Have you been long from Cornwa!l? should know what they are about. We are at
T'im. Ay, sir, a matter of four weeks or a present in a treaty with the pope.
month, more or less. Sir Gre. With the pope! Wonderful! Good
Sir Gre. Well said, Tim! Ay, ay, ask Tim BOW, good now! How, how!
any questions, he can answer for himself. Tim Har. We are to yield him up a large track tell Mr. Hartop all the news about the elections, of the Terra-incognita, together with both the and the tinners, and the tides, and the roads, and Needles, Scilly-rocks, and the Lizard-point, on the pilchards. I want a few words with Mr. Jencondition that the pretender has the government kios. of Laputa, and the bishop of Greenland suc- Har. You have been so long absent from your ceeds to St. Peter's chair; he being, you know, a native country, that you have almost forgot it. protestant, when possessed of the pontificals, is Tim. Yes sure. I ha' been at uncle Tregeshes out a bull, commanding all catholics to be gle's a matter of twelve or a dozen year, more of his religion; they, deeming the pope infalli- or less. ble, follow his directions; and then, Sir Gre Har. Then I reckon you were quite impatient gory, we are all of one mind.
to see your papa and mamma? Sir Gre. Good lack, good lack! Rare news, Tim. No sure, urtl, Father sent for me to rare news, rare news! Ten millions of thanks, uncle.-Sure Menegizy is a choice place ! and I Mr. Hartop. But might not I just hint this could a staid there all my born days, more or to Mr. Soakum, our vicar? 'twould rejoice his less. heart.
Har, Pray, sir, what were your amusements ? Har. O fie, by no means !
Tim. Nan! what d'ye say?
Har. I have the honour, sir, of that gentle- | folly of Sir Penurious the father, I don't despair man's acquaintance.
of a happy catastrophe. Sir Gre. May be so, may be so ! but lack-aday, cousin, is he such a iniser as folks say ?
Enter Jenny. Good now, they tell me we shall hardly have necessaries for ourselves and horses at Gripe-hall; Jenny. Sir, Mr. Jenkins-but as you are a relation, you should, good now, Har. Oh, child, your instructions shall be anknow the affairs of the family. Here's Sir Pe ministered within. nurious's letter ; here, cousin.
Jenny. Mr. Jenkins, has opened your design, Har. “Your overture I receive with pleasure, and I ain ready and able to execute my part. erd should be glad to meet you in Shropshire' Har. My dear, I have not the least doubt of I fancy, from a thorough knowledge of Sir Pe- either your inclination or ability-But pox take nurious's disposition, and from what I can col- this old fellow! what in the devil's name can lect from the contents of that letter, he would bring him back? Scour, Jenny. be much better pleased to meet you here than at his own house.
Enter Sir GREGORY. Sir Gre. Lack-a-day, may be so !-a strange man! wonderful ! But, good now, cousin, what Sir Gre. Cousin, I beg pardon; but I have a must we do?
favour to beg-Good now, could not you make Har. I am this morning going to pay Sir Pen- | interest at some coffee-house in London, to buy, urious a visit, and if you'll houour me with your for a small matter, the old books of newspacommands, I'll
pers, and send them into the country to me? Sir Gre. Wonderful! to-day! good now, | They would pass away the time rarely in a rainy that's lucky! cousin, you are very kind. Good daynow, I'll send a letter, Tim, by cousin Hartop. Har. I'll send you a cart-load.
Har. A letter from so old an acquaintance, Sir Gre. Good now, good now! Ten thouand upon so happy an occasion, will secure me a sand thanks! You are a cousin, indeed. But, favourable reception.
pray, cousin, let us, good now, see some of the Sir Gre. Good luck, good lack, an old ac- works of that same fool? quaintance, indeed, cousin Hartop! we were at Har. I'll send you them all; but a Hereford ‘size together-let's see, wonderful, Sir Gre. What, all ?-Lack-a-day, that's kind, how long ago!'twas while I was courting cousin ! The Terra-incognita-both the Needles Dame Winny, the year before I married-Good -a great deal of that! But what bishop is to be now, bow long? let's see-that year the hackney | pope ? stable was built, and Peter Ugly, the blind pad, Har. Zounds, sir! I am in haste for your letfell into a saw-pit.
ter- When I return, ask as many questionsTim. Mother says, father and she was married Sir Gre. Good now, good now ! that's true the first of April in the year ten; and I knows IV' in and about it- But, cousin, the pope 'tis thereabout, for I am two-and-thirty; and is not to have Gibraltar? brother Jeremy, and Roger, and Gregory, and Hur. No, no; damn it, no! As nove but the sister Nelly, were born before I.
Fool could say it, so none but idiots would beSir Gre. Good now, good now! how time lieve him— Pray, Sir Gregorywears away! wonderful ! thirty-eight years ago, Sir Gre. Well, well, cousin; Lack-a-day! you Tim! I could not have thought it. But come are so—but prayin, let's set about the letter. "But, pray, cousin, Har. Damn your praying? If you don't finish what diversions, good now, are going forward in your letter immediately, you may carry it yourLondon?
self. Har. Oh, sir, we are in no distress for amuse- Sir Gre. Well, well, cousin! Lack-a-day! you ment; we have plays, balls, puppet-shews, mas- are in such a-good now, I go, I go! querades, bull-baitings, boxings, burlettas, routs, Har. But if the truth should be discovered, I drums, and a thousand others. But I am in haste shall be inevitably disappointed. for your epistle, Sir Gregory.
Sir. Gre. But, cousin, are Scilly rocks Sir Gre, Cousin, your servant.
Har. I wish they were in your guts with all (Ereunt SIR GREGORY and Timothy. my heart! I must quit the field, I find. Har. I am your most obedient-Thus far our
[Erit HARTOP. scheme succeeds: and if Jenkins's girl can as- Sir Gre. Wonderful! good now, good now! same the aukward pertness of the daughter, with a passionate man! Lack-a-day: I am glad the is louch success as I can imitate the spirited pope is not to have Gibraltar though. [Erit.
SCENE I.--Sir GREGORY, and Tim reading | Sir Gre. Lack-a-day, ay, ay. Práy, is cousins news to him, discovered.
| Hartop come along?
Jenk. I bave not seen him; but I fancy I had Tim. CoNsTANTINOPLE, N. S. Nov. 15, the better introduce my neighbours. Grand Seignior
Sir Gre. Good now, would you be so kind? Sir Gre. Lack-a-day! good now, Tim, the [Erit JENKINS.] Stand behind me, Tim-Pull politics, child: and read the stars, and the down your ruffles, child. dashes, and the blanks, as I taught you, Tim. Tim. But, father, won't Miss Suck think me
Tim. Yes, father-We can assure our readers, bold, if I kiss her chops the first time? that the D-dasha is to go to F blank: and that Sir Gre. Lack-a-day! no, Tim, no. Faint a certain noble L-is to resign his p-e in the heart never won fair lady. Ha, Tim, had you
y in order to make room for the two three but seen me attack danie Winny! But times stars.
aren't as they were. Good now, we were anoSir Gre. Wonderful! good now, good now ! | ther kind of folks in those days; stout hearty great news, Tim ! Ah, I knew the two three smacks, that would ha' made your mouth water stars would come in play one time or other again; and the mark stood upon the pouting This London Evening kuows more than any of lip, like the print upon a pound of butter. But them. Well, child, well.
the master-misses of the present age go, lack-aTim. From the D. J.
day, as gingerly about it, as if they were afraid Sir Gre. Ay, that's the Dublin Journal. Go to fill their mouths with the paint upon their on, Tim.
mistresses' cheeks. Ah, the days I have seen! Tim. Last Saturday, a gang of highwaymen Tim. Nay, father, I warrant, if that's all, I broke into an empty house on Ormond quay, and kiss her hearty evow, fath and sole! stripped it of all the furniture.
Sir Gre. Hush, Tim, hush! Stand behind me, Sir Gre. Lack-a-day, wonderful ! To what a child. height these rogues are grown!
Tim. The way to Mr. Keith's chapel, is turn | Enter HARTOP as SiR PENURIOUS TRIPLE, and off your
JENNY as Miss SUKEY, and JENKINS. Sir Gre. Psha! skip that, Tim; I know that road as well as the doctor : 'tis in every Sir Gre. Sir Penurious, I am overjoyed time.
Good now ! Tim. J. Ward, at the Cat and Gridiron, Pet- Har. Sir Gregory, I kiss your hand. My ticoat lave, makes tabby all over for people in- daughter Suck. clined to be crooked; and if he was to have the Sir Gre. Wonderful!-Miss. I am proud to universal world for making a pair of stays, he -Son Tim-Sir Penurious-Best bow, childcould not put better stuff in them
Miss Suck Sir Gre. Good now; where's that, Tim? T'im. An't that right, father? (Kisses her. Tim. At the Cat and Gridiron, father.
Sir Gre. Good now, good now! I am glad to Sir Gre. I'll minute that? All my Lady see you look so well. You keep your own, Sir Isard's children, good now, are inclined to be | Penurious. crooked.
Har. Ay, ay, stout enough, Sir Gregory; stout Enter Drawer.
enough, brother knight; hearty as an oak. Hey,
Dick? Gad, now I talk of an oak, I'll tell you Draw. Sir, Mr. Jenkin's begs to speak with a story of an oak. It will make you die with
| laughing. Hey, you Dick, you have heard it; Sir Gre. Good now; desire bim to walk in. shall I tell it Sir Gregory?
Jen. Though I have heard it so often, yet Enter JENKINS.
there is something so engaging in your mapper
of telling a story, that it always appears new. Jenk. I thought it might not be improper to Sir Gre. Wonderful! good now, good now ; prepare you for a visit from Sir Penurious I love a comical story. Pray, Sir Penurious, Trife. I saw him and his daughter alight at the let's have it.-Mind, Tim; mind, child. apothecary's above.
! Tim. Yes, father fath and sole, I love a Sir Gre. What, they are come? Wonderful ! 'choice story to my heart's blood! Very kind, very kind, very kind, indeed, Mr. Har. You knight, I was at Bath last summer Come, Tim, settle my cravat; good now, let's a water that people drink when they are be a little decent.--Remember your best bow ill. You have heard of the bath, Dick: Hey, to your inistress, Tim.
you? Tim. Yes, father! but must not I kiss Miss Tim. Yes, fath, I koow Bath ; I was there in Suck?
my way up.
Sir Gre. Hush, Tim; good now, hush! Sir Gre. Good now, good now! Wonder
Har. There's a coffee-house, you -a place ful! where people drink coffee and tea, and read the Tim. A choice tale, fath! news.
Jen. Oh, Sir Penurious is a most entertaining Sir Gre. Pray, Sir Penurious, how many pa- companion, that must be allowed. pers may they take in:
Sir Gre. Good now, ay, ay, a merry man! Har. Psha! damn the news! mind the story. But lack-a-day, would not the young lady
Sir Gre. Good now, good now ! a hasty man, choose a little refreshment after her ride? Tim!
Some tea, or some Har. Pox take you both! I have lost the Har. Hey, you knight! No; no; we intend story-Where did I leave off? Hey-you Dick. to dine with thee, man. Well, you, Tim, what Tim. About coffee, and tea.
dost think of thy father-in-law that is to live, Har. Right, right! True, true; So, ecod, hey? A jolly cock, you, Tim; hey, Dick? you knight, I used to breakfast at this coffee- But, pr'ythee, boy, what dost do with all this house every morning; it cost me eight-pence, tawdry tinsel on? that hat and waistcoat? though, and I had always a breakfast at home trash, knight, trash ! more in thy pocket, and no matter for that, though! there I breakfasted, less in thy clothes; hey, you Dick? écod, you you, Dick, ecod, at the same table with Lord knight, I'll make you laugh, I went to London, Toin Truewit- You have heard of Truewit, you, Dick, last year, to call in a mortgage; and you knight, a droll dog! You, Dick, he told what does me, I, Dick, but take a trip to a us the story, and made us die with laughing. coffee-house in St. Martin's-lane; in comes & You have heard of Charles II. you knight ; he French fellow forty times as fine as Tim, with was son of Charles I. king here in England, bis muff and parlevous, and bis Frances ! aud that was beheaded by Ohver Cromwell: So, his head, you knight, as white with powder, wbat does Charles I, you knight do? But he ecod, you, as a twelfth cake: and who the fights Noll at Worcester, a town 'you have devil d'ye think, Dick, this might be, hey, you beard of, not far off: but all would not do, knight? vou : ecod, Noll made him scamper, made him Sir Gre. Good now, an ambassador, to be run, take to his heels, you knight. Truewit sure. told us the story, made us die with laughing. I Har. Ecod, you knight, por better nor worse always breakfasted at the coffee-house; it cost than Mynleer Vancaper, a dutch figure-dancer me eight-pence, though I had a breakfast at ot the opera house in the Haymarket. home-So what does Charles do, but hid him- Sir Gre. Wonderful ! good now, good now! self in an oak, an oak-tree, you, in a wood, call- Har. Psha! Pox, prythiee, Tim, nobody dresed Boscobel, from two Italian words, Bosco ses now; all plain : look at me, knight; I am in Bello, a fine wood, you; and off he marches: the tip of the mode : now am I in fall dress; but old Noll would not let him come home; no, hey, Dick? says he, you don't come here. Lord Tom told Jen. You, sir, don't want the aid of dress; us the story; made us die with laughing; it but in Mr: Gazette, a little regard to that para cost me eight-pence, though I had a breakfast ticular is but a necessary compliment to his at home. So, you knight, when Noll died, mistress. Monk there, you, afterwards Albermarle, in Hur. Stuff, Dick, stuff! my daughter, knight, the north, brought him back. So, you, the ca- has had otherguess breeding. Hey, you, Suck, valiers, you have heard of them? they were come forward. Plain as a pike-staff, knight; friends to the Stuarts. What did they do, ecod, all as nature made her; hey, Tim ? no flams. you Dick! But they put up Charles in a sign, Pr'ytliee, Tim, off with thy lace and burn it; the Royal Oak; you have seen such signs at | 'twill help to buy the licence: she'll not like country ale-houses: so, ecod, you, what does a thee a bit the better for that; hey, Suck? but purilan do!--the puritans were friends to Noll you, knight! ecod, Dick, a toast and tankard --but he puts up the sign of an owl in the ivy- would not be amiss after our walk; hey, you? busb, and underneath he writes,' This is not Sir Gre. Good now, good now! What you the royal oak. You have seen writings under will, Sir Penurious. signs, you knight? Upon this, says the royalists, Har. Ecod, that's hearty, you ! but we won't ecod, this must not be; so, you, what do they part the young couple, hey? I'll send Sock do, but, ecod, they prosecuted the poor puri- some bread and cheese in; hey, knight? at her, tan; but they made himn change his sign, Tim. Come, Dick; come, you knight. Did I though. And you, Dick, how do you think they ever tell you my courtship, hey, Dick ? 'twill changed it? Ecod, he puts up the royal oak, make you laugh. and underneath he writes,' This is not the owl Jen. Not as I remember.
in the ivy bush. It made us all die with laugh- Sir Gre. Lack-a-day, let's bave it. . ing. Lord Tom told the story. I always break- Har. You know my wife was blind, you, fasted at the coffee-house, though it cost ine eight- knight! pence, and I had a breafast at home; hey, you Sir Gre. Good now, wonderful ! not I. knight? What, Dick. hey?
Har. Blind as a beetle when I married her, | knight; hey Dick ? she was drowned in our