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Flush. Your pardon, ma'am, if I had lived with people ofrank, I had not been a monied man--the fact is, I touch cash wherever I can, and Sir Paul has brib'd me so handsomely, that I have fold my confent-I have fold my ward as well as my son, and for this plain reason I can afford it.

Sir Paul. Clary, take his hand, my girl. (Giving her to Gingham.) The dog has on odd way of speaking his mind, but instead of checking him, encourage him ; many a man only wants to be told of his errors to correct them, and that is my case

Gingham. Your case, Sir?

Sir Paul. Yes, my boy—since you talked of self-gratification bringing tears of pleasure into my eyes, I resolv'd to try the experiment-I determin'd to retrench my expences, to fell my hounds, dispose of my ftud, and see if I could not lay out my money on rational and solid pleasures; in bestowing happiness on two as innocent and injur'd creatures as ever existed !

Enter Mr. and Mrs. DARNLEY.

Sir Paul. Niece, your hand-Darnley, forgive what's past, and henceforth if I don't prove a friend to you, tell that son of mine to speak his mind to me-tell him to take another two hundred pounds out of my pocket.; nay, disperse my whole property—any thing, so you don't drink " Confusion to a stingy old uncle!”

Mrs. Darnley. Sir, we owe every thing to your son—he has been our pilot through the storms of fashion, and if he now fecures to us independence and our cottage


Sir Paul. Independence and a cottage! 'Slife! you shall have affluence, and a farm as large as Salisbury Plain—I'll come and see you every summer! ay, for sixty years to come !-odsheart! they say I'm like an old Volcano, burnt out! but it's a mistake- I'm like an Egyptian lamp that flames for ever !-A’nt I, my boy?

Gingham Must I speak truth father?-mum !

Darnley. (To Sir Paul.) You have made me the happiest of men, Sir Paul; but you must excuse me when I say, that your son has the first and greatest claimGingham. Nay, cousin; if


knew as well as I know myself, you would find I have as many faults as any of you.—But come, let's adjourn from this vulgar fashionable scene, and while they drink one toast, we'll give another

me half

--May manners masculine no more deface
The charms that constitute each female grace.
To man be bold and daring schemes confind,
Woman for softer paflions was design'd,
And by meek virtue-to fubdue mankind !


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