while winds laugh round you, and the waters

weep!”

Enter TOM SEYMOUR and Sir CHARLES DANVERS,

Tom. Bear a hand I tell you the moment such a stout vessel comes in sight, I know the old ship will strike--Sir Bamber, I've brought him here to engage with you.

Sir Bomber. You've done right ; and I ftrike my colours my boy-Charles, I'll pay your debtsI'll settle a third of my estate on you and Julianaand here, Mr. Hinx Spinx (to Ap-Hazard) that Fortune may no longer make a fool of you, I'll make you a recompence for winning the long odds as you call it-I'll give you a handsome annuity during my life, and double it after my death.

Ap-Hazard. An annuity -give me an annuity--damme, what's to pay?

Tom. I say, Miss Brassmine-here's a divorce in reality.

Miss Union. Don't talk to me, sir. Tom. Mess !-had'nt you and the proctor better take a voyage together? I'll lend you the Sprightly Kitty---lhe has a nice little balcony, and if you think you shall be tir'd of each other, take me to steer you that's all-_I'll upset a vessel with any man in London.

Lady Danvers. Miss Union, don't you see Mr. Orville beckoning to you?

Miss Union. I do, and I'll go make him join with all the lovers in my list to see justice done me-don't think I'm sorry, Sir Charles, that you and your dear Juliana have made it up again? No--I know what marriage is ; and the more

matches

matches there are amongst you, the more -Oh! I wish you were all married.

[Exit. Sir Bamber. Holloa! had'nt you better take Trickarinda along with you? (throws the binding after ber.)

Mrs. Seymour. Juliana, this is a happy hourmy son, let me congratulate you: you too, Mr. Ap-Hazard--the reward you have receiv’d, is no more than your merit deferves.

Ap-Hazard. Merit !-its luck ma'am.

Mrs. Seymour. No, sir, much as we are rul’d by chance, we are govern'd more by conduct.

Ap-Hazard. Indeed! and must we stand upon our merit? Not altogether, I hope. man after his desert, and who shall ’scape whipping ?” The less we deserve, the more merit is in your bounty. I'm in high favour with Fortune at present, but

" Use every

Least this propitious chance be but ideal,
I wish our friends around could prove it real !
Shew by your smiles a kind reward is nigh;
Call me not Fool, and Fortune I defy.

END OF THE COMEDY.

WRITTEN BY M. P. ANDREWS, ESQ.

SPOKEN BY MRS. MATTOCKS,

(4 Chair, Table, and Lady's Work-bag.)
ONCE
NCE more I come, your favouring smile to catch,

I ,
Myself I offer now-fay, is't a match?
No partial flame I feel, for great or small;
I love you roundly—and will take you all
Perhaps you think me bold, to court the men,
If so, I do but copy nine in ten;
Like high-dreft miffes, to attract the beaux,
Each
grace

of Art, and Nature too expose ;
Yet, as I only trust to mental charms,
And bare no elbows, bofom, knee, or arms;
My frankness, I without a blush may boast,
You can but fay, that I'm bare-faced at most.

But hold, true woman, fond of selfish prattle,
I fight my own, but not our Author's battle;
He, trembling Dramatist, of Notoriety,
To Speculation fears to add satiety;
Oft he has tried your patience heretofore;
Shall he not try it now a little more?
Of that, and of your kindness, nothing loth,
He gives you ample room to practise both :-
Sweet Patience! long they exercise thy pow'rs,
In other houses, full as much as ours :-
See anxious Trepidation, how it flushes,
The virgin member, with his maiden blushes!
He takes his feat (fits down in chair) and all his troubles paft,
The long expected moment comes at last ;-
He rises (gets up) twirls his hat, hems, strokes his chin,
Probes his cravat, and ventures to begin

“ Sir, I am sensible”-some titter near him “ I say, I'm very sensible"--all, “ hear him, hear him"He bolder grown, for praise, mistaking pother, Tea-pots one arm, and spouts it with the other

« Once

« Önce more, I'm very sensible indeed
• That tho' we should want words, we must proceed
“ And for the first time in my life, I think-
« I think that no great Orator should shrink-
" And therefore, Mr. Speaker, I, for one,
“ Will speak out freely, Sir, and so I've done."

Peace to his eloquence to banish that,
Suppose we have a little female chat.-
Vulgar Miss Bull, and Lady Serag Lopsadle,
Whene'er they meet, their tongues are never idle:

Miss Bull begins
“ Lauk, what a bonnet! why, it looks quite scurvy,
" Its like a coal-skuttle turn'd copsy-turvy;"

« Its like some heads then, Miss--all smoke and smother“ So one good turn you fee, deserves another; « But your strait-forward taste, who can refilt ?”

• Some taste, my Lady, seems to have a twist; “ If women will forget that they grow older, “ And weas like children, straps across the shoulder; • Why not like children, give them playful fmacks, “ And let the straps be laid across their backs." “ Miss, you're fevere

[fondly hug“ But here's my comfort (goes ana takes work-bag) this I'll « Your favourite work?'”_" No, Miss, my favourite Pug« This is its kennel (takes dog out of work-bag) oh, the pretty « How neat and elegant in every

feature! (creature! « It drinks noyau, and dines upon boil & chicken, “ But ragou'd sweetbread, is it's favourite picking« Left the hot sun should tan the charming fellow, • When it walks out, I

carry this umbrella;
« But when cold frosty weather comes to nip it,
“ It wcars a little spencer, and a tippet
“ Come, Pug to bed--Lord who could think it dear,
« To pay five shillings for thee, every year!

Her La’aship's kindness must be praised, which brings
Such useful lessons from such useless things;
And Folly never can be out of date,
While puppies may grow up to help the state

If here, this night, Good-nature fmiling rules,
We shall be Fortune's Favourites, not her Fools.