the London Road-and two-Ha! Mr. Howard! How d'ye do, Mr. Howard?

Howard. Hem! (Coughing, and stuffing his handkerchief into his mouth.)

Real. Have you seen any thing of Mandeville? I've two writs out against him-one on my own account, the other on Sir Solomon's; and if you'll tell me where he is-(Howard coughs loudly.) Why, what's the matter with you? That's an ugly cough.

Howard. Ugly! It's frightful!-it'sHem!-Oh, Mr. Realize!-I'm very ill.

Real. Ill!-You were very well yesterday, and the day before, and every day since you came from your travels.

Howard. That's it.-I didn't mention it before, Mr. Realize, for fear of distressing you; but, during my travels. Ough! ou! ou! (Coughing violently.) I slept in the Pontine marshes; and the pestiferous dews so inflamed my lungs, that ever since- - Hoop! oop! (Coughing.) I shall die, that's certain.

Real. Die!-Impossible!-Die! - I've an annuity on his life!-Oh! curse those Pontine marshes!

Howard. It's all Sir Solomon's fault. If he'd let me follow the doctor's advice, I should save my life, and you your annuity. But avarice, Mr.-ava Oop!-hem!-I'm a dead man! Real. You're not! Now, pray live! I'll take it as a favour if you live! - My dear Mr. Howard, what did the doctor prescribe!

Howard. Change of air, and Bristol waters. Real. Bristol waters!

Howard. Yes, Sir: and because I can't raise money to take me there-Oop! - because Sir Solomon won't advance a few pounds

Real. I'm to lose a hundred a year. Oh! the hard-hearted savage! Why, I'd better give the money myself. I will. Here, Mr. Howard, (Taking out a purse.) I was always of a humane disposition, and SO here's thirty Hold though: Are you sure the Bristol waters will cure you?

Howard. Certain. The detergency of the atmosphere; the absorbency of the chalybeate; the ponderosity of-Hau!-au!-I'm convulsed! Support me!-Lay hold of me!-(In his convulsions, he lays hold of the hand in which Realize has the purse.)-So-Let me go!-I'm better nowThank'ye. (Takes away his hand, and the purse with it.)

Real. Better!-'Gad! no wonder at it. The dose you've taken is more likely to do you good, than detergency, absorbency, or all the doctors and apothecaries in Europe! However, a hundred per annum is worth thirty pounds, or the devil's in it! So keep it, and good bye to you. Hark'ye, though; if you see Mandeville, don't say I've placed bailiffs on the London road.

Howard. I won't.-Good bye. I hope I shall mend, for your sake, Mr. Realize.

Real. I hope you will. But if you do not, if you find you grow worse, write me word you are coming home full of health and spirits, and I'll go directly to Sir Solomon, talk of the goodness of your life, and sell him the annuity at a premium! That will be punishing him for his stinginess, and paying me for the dose of physic I've given you. Farewell! Keep yourself warm, and success to the Bristol waters! Oh! curse those Pontine marshes! [Exit.

1. Howard. Oh! bless them! I say. Ha! ha! ha! I'm cured of my cough now-Hem! (Clearing

himself) Come forth, Mr. Mandeville! (MANDEVILLE re-enters.)—Come and congratulate your friend on the recovery of his health.-LookWill you go to Bristol?

Mand. No: to London.

Howard. Not yet; there are enemies on the road. We must wait till the pursuit is over; and, as I know no safer place than Copsley's cottage, let's return there instantly. Let us go sit and rail at the governess and Albina.

Mand. Never.-I must still think she is my daughter, and hope the time may come when she will imitate her mother's virtues. Oh Howard! you should have known Amelia: she had a heart as generous as your own-like you, she gave up all for a distressed — unhappy

Howard. Nay; no more melancholy, now, Mr. Mandeville. How can a man talk of distress, when he sees he can raise thirty pounds the moment he wants it? A slight cough and a short convulsion will be at any time a Bank-note to us. So now for the cottage; and over a jug of old Copsley's October, let us drink "Confusion to our enemies and the Pontine marshes, and success to ourselves and the Bristol waters!"

[Holding up a purse, and exeunt.

SCENE-A forward Landscape.

Enter ALBINA in the Uniform of a Lieutenant of the Navy, MRS. RIGID, and REALIZE.

Mrs. Rigid. We won't detain you a moment, Mr. Steward. Only show us the way to Copsley's cottage, and you may return to your pursuit of Mandeville. This young gentleman, Mr. Herbert

Real. Herbert! Pray is this one of the late Mrs. Mandeville's nephews!

Albina. I am, Sir. I am the first cousin of Miss Albina, Sir-of that much wronged and most beautiful creature, Sir. I am lately come from sea, and have been in so many fiery engagements, that I don't know whether I am alive or dead, Sir!

Real. Po! po! Nonsense! (Puts on his spectacles, and looks close at Albina.) You been in fiery engagements! Pooh!

Mrs. Rigid. Come, come; Mr. Realize is too well acquainted with every part of the family to be imposed upon; and therefore we may as well trust him at once. It is Albina! She has put on this disguise, to detect Mr. Howard in his loveaffair with the gamekeeper's daughter.

Albina. Yes, Sir; with that little coarse, tann'd
Show us the way, Sir-I know Mr. Howard

is now at the cottage.

Real. Do you? That's very good.-Loveaffair too!-Ha! ha! I wish you could prove › your words.

Albina. Why, Sir?

Real. Because it would have saved me thirty pounds. Why, poor gentleman! he is not in a state to make love

Albina. How, Sir?

Real. No-the Pontine marshes have played the devil with his lungs, and he is gone to drink the Bristol waters.

Mrs. Rigid. Gone to Bristol! When?
Real. Now this very moment!

Albina. Which way? How did he go? Real. How? Why, he went with my money. Mrs. Rigid. Psha! This is all an imposition; all a contrivance of Howard's, to avoid detection. Lead on, Sir; I'm sure his lungs were sound enough two hours ago.

Real. Well! have it your own way-I only wish I was as sure of keeping my annuity, as that you won't find him at the cottage. No-and what's more to the purpose, that you find somebody else there.

Mrs. Rigid. Somebody else! Whom, Sir?

Real. No less a gentleman than Sir Solomon Cynic! Not ten minutes ago I saw him hovering about the spot, like an old kite over a brood of chickens.

Mrs. Rigid. Why, the man's mad!-Sir Solomon make love! Show us the way, I insist, Sir. Come, child.

Albina. Dear! If, after all, the old woman-hater should turn out to be the real poacher! If he should, governess! I'm sure you won't any longer forbid me the sight of Mr. Howard. 'Tis cruel to sport with the affections of a lover; and, in the words of the old song, let me remind you

SONG-ALBINA.

If 'tis joy to wound a lover,

How much more to give him ease!

When his passion we discover,

Oh! how pleasing 'tis to please! &c.

[Exeunt.

SCENE-A Room in Copsley's Cottage - Birds of Prey painted on the Wall-A Recess, with several Trusses of Straw in it-- Before Recess, an old green Curtain, partly broken down Table and two Chairs — Basket with ApplesJug of Ale, and small Mug.

SIR SOLOMON discovered kneeling to CICELY.

A

Sir Sol. Oh you loveliest of all creatures! When I railed at the sex I did not know you-You have converted me! your charms have made me