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sister said Bless my soul! there's no end to

rural diversion! and, haply, whilst pursuing that, T have forgot the best diversion life affords—that of assisting the unfortunate.—Poor, poor Olivia I Zounds! if I'm duped—[going)

Olivia appears.

Oh! here's my partner !—the unknown lady, that I danc'd with.—Tstia! I've no spirits now.

Enter Olivia.

Olivia. So! I've found you, sir, at last—Upon my word, a very truant gentleman! to leave your partner staring round the room—Pray, sir, do you mean to dance again?

Major. No, madam; I—

Olivia. No! I wish you had told me so an hour ago; for I've refused a dozen gay, young,— but, then, perhaps, they'll never think of me again —and, somehow, you—come,—come,—go with me. i

Major (turning away). I cannot.

Olivia. Dear! (looking in his face) How you're altered !—You looked as cheerful, and as pleased—

Major {taking her hand). Farewell! and, unlike her who occupies my thoughts, may you ne'er meet a parents, or protector's cold neglect!

Olivia (bursting into tears'). Parents! alas! you've touched upon the string —

Major. In tears! what! they're no more?

Olivia. I know not; but he, who for years supplied to me their loss,—he, who engrossed my blessing and my prayers, has listened to abase, ca* lumnious tale, and cast me on the world, the wretched orphan that he found me.

Major. Orphan!

Olivia. He has! he has;— but his past kindness still rushes on Olivia's memory, and her over

c flowing flowing heart (falling at his feet) thus, thus pour3 forth its gratitude and love.

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Major {trying lo raise &<rr).01ivia !—come to your protector's arms! (embracing her)

Olivia. My more than parent—my benefactor.

Major. My blessings on thee!

Enter immediately from the back scene, Young Doric and Mrs. Aubrey.

Y. Doric. And mine! and this wrong'd lady's on you both—and, henceforth, if I can but raise one guinea in the world, I'll give a little party to some friends, jult for the chance of a dessert like this.

Olivia (flying to Mrs. Aubrey). Oh! Mrs. Aubrey ! you, who have shared, and oft outsmil'd my sorrows, does this {kijfmg the Majors hand) does this repay you?

Mrs. Aubrey. Most amply; and now, if we are doomed to part—

Major. Part! shew me who dare propose it. Shew me another villain like Sir Edward

Y. Doric. And I'll pay him with his own banknotes—Major, the debt's discharged.

Major. Well, well; of him I think not—let us this instant to the Hermitage; for I am sure my sister is as much imposed on as myself; and her secluded life pleads some excuse; but I—I to quarrel, and offend—'tis the air, 'tis the country air—I've caught the breezes of the Yorks and Lancaster?, and they have blown me top-side down— But here's my haven and my hope—come, come!

Mrs. Aubrey {curtsying to Y. Doric). Sir, I've to thank you for your kindness.

Olivia (curtsying). And I once more, fir.-:—

Y. Doric. And I'm sure I've to thank you, ladies*; for never felt I rapture like the present;

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(ladies and gentlemen cross the stage) and since the trade's so pleasant and productive, should I again turn dealer in such merchandize—{points to ballroom).

Major. Oh! we'll, we'll he your customers.

Y. Doric. Indeed! then I'll this moment to my guests, and boldly ask them to a concert next. —To-morrow, Major, we'll oppose Sir Edward; and if you'll join in the direction, his shall conclude in a discordant solo.

Major. Ours in full chorus of harmonious joy.

[Exeunt.

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ACT III.

SCENE I.—Outside of the Hermitage. Enter Miss Stoic and Nicholas from Hermitage. Miss Stoic. k

DOLT! dotard! to fend away Sir Edward Specious' servant—Go—call him back directly.

Nich. Lord, ma'am, what can I do? You abuse me for admitting Mrs. Aubrey in the morning, and then the major brings her home at night.

Miss Stoic. Ay; and Olivia with her; and therefore Sir Edward is the very person I would hear from. Away! [Exit Nicholas.

Olivia's innocence confirm'd, I cannot turn her from my door, but, like my brother, must confess I've been impos'd on by a slanderous world!

Re-enter Nicholas, with Sir Edward's Servant.

Ser. From sir Edward Specious, Madam, sgiving her a letter.)

Miss Stoic. Now, then! (reads) " As I must not have the pleasure of seeing you, owing to your solitary life, I write to say, I have been deprived of Miss Olivia's hand and heart by the malignity of her artful Governess; but with your kind assistance, 1 still hope to call her Lady Specious."— With my assistance! Oh! I understand—and he shan't want an opportunity—I'll send an answer in an hour, and till then, let calm philosophy compose his mind; (Exit Servant) for, as the antient Bard expresses it, " Man's but a vapour, and full of woes—-just cuts a caper, and down he goes."

.' Enter, Enterf hastily,from the House, Major Tornado.

Major. Help, Sister! help to relieve the garrison, or it will surrender at discretion; for there's Olivia has been storming it with such a volley of interrogatories.

Miss Stoic. What interrogatories?

Major. Why,poor girl! such as, Why I adopted her without seeing her—why I concealed from her her parents' names—and I can't stand it—I can march up,likeahero,to the mouth of a lighted cannon, but the voice of a supplicating woman !—Do you know, because I named Lord Danvers with unusual feeling, she snatched his picture from me.

Miss Stoic. Lord Danvers' picture?

Major. Ay: and she put it round her neck, and I can't get it back again; but I hope—Zounds! I don't know what I hope.—Sister, befriend me, tell her at once my sacred promise to Lord Danvers.

Miss Stoic. Your sacred promise!

Major. Ay: to her former benefactor—to that gallant friend, who, wounded in his country's cause, and dying upon India's plains, implored me to protect his infant charge—" Take her," he cried, "and, to secure her from her parents' power, swear never to reveal their names, but call her by your own!" I pressed his hand in token of compliance; he told me more of the disastrous tale, and, blessing me. expired—Impart thus much, and pity for us both will teach her to be silent.

Miss Stoic. And if pity don't, philosophy will; for she shall copy my superior mind, and smile at this world's vain pursuits. —Brother, 'tis done. doing)

Major. Thanks, thanks !—Be careful though, hint not Lord Danvers was her grandfather, but

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