Landlady. Well, I wish you better,

suppose

ma'am. I

own servant.

I'd best send your

Miss B. (sullenly) Yes, I suppose so. -(to Sally)-You need not wait, child, nor look so curious.

Sally. Cur'ous! Indeed, miss, if I look a little cur'ous, or so (looking at her dress), 'tis only because I was frighted to see you take on, which made me forget my clean apron, when I came out; and this apron

Miss B. Hush! hush! child :-Don't tell me about clean aprons, nor run on with your vulgar talk. Is there ever a seat one can sit on in that harbour yonder?

Sally. O, dear 'art, yes, miss, 'tis the pleasantest harbour on hearth. Be pleased to lean on my harm, and you'll soon be there.

Miss B. (going) Then tell my wo

man she need not come to me, and let nobody interude on me-do ye 'ear? (aside) 0, what will become of me! and the Talbots will soon know it!And the ponies, and the curricle, and the vis-a-vis what will become of them? and how shall I make my appearance at the Montem, or any ware else?

Wheel. Well, but my lord-Well, but Bursal-though my Lady Piercefieldthough Miss Bursal is come to Salt Hill, you won't leave us all at sixes and sevens. What can we do without you? L. J. You can do very well without

me.

me.

Burs. You can do very well without

Wheel. (to Burs.) Impossible!— impossible! You know Mr. Finsbury will be here just now, with the dresses; and we have to try them on.

Burs. And to pay for them.

Wheel. And to settle about the procession.—And then, my lord, the elec tion is to come on this evening; you won't go till that's over, as your lordship has promised me your lordship's

vote and interest.

Lord J. My vote I promised you, Mr. Wheeler; but I said not a syllable about my interest. My friends, perhaps, have not been offended, though I have, by Mr. Talbot. I shall leave them to their own inclinations.

Bursal (whistling)Wheugh! wheugh! wheugh!-Wheeler, the principal's nothing without the interest.

Wheel. O, the interest will go along

with the principal, of course; for, I'm persuaded, if my lord leaves his friends to their inclinations, it will be the inclination of my lord's friends to vote as he does, if he says nothing to them to the contrary.

Lord J. I told you, Mr. Wheeler, that I should leave them to themselves.

Burs. (still whistling) Well, I'll do my best to make that father of mine send me off to Oxford. I'm sure I'm fit to go-along with Wheeler. Why, you'd best be my tutor, Wheeler !-a devilish good thought.

Wheel. An excellent thought!

Burs. And a cursed fine dust we should kick up at Oxford with your Montem money and all!-Money's the go, after all. I wish it was come to my making you my last bow, "ye distant spires, ye antic towers!”

Wheel. (aside to Lord J.) Ye antic towers!-fit for Oxford, my lord! Lord J. Antique towers, I suppose, Mr. Bursal means.

Burs. Antique, to be sure! I said antique, did not I, Wheeler? Wheel. O, yes.

Lord J. (aside) What a mean animal is this!

Enter Rory O'Ryan.

Rory. Why, now, what's become of Talbot, I want to know? There he is not to be found any where in the wide world; and there's a hullaboloo amongst his friends for him.

(Wheeler and Bursal wink at one

another.)

Wheel. We know nothing of him.
Lord J. I have not the honour, sir,

to be one of Mr. Talbot's friends.
his own fault, and I am sorry for it.

It is