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and tript after me, like so many prisoners of war. But where's Mr. Doric, and, who the deuce is he? Nobody seems to know him ; but, they say, that's nothing; and, for my part, I like this new acquaintance system as well as any of them ; for if a man only visits friends, egad! he won't be ask'd out twice a year. (Music repeated.)

Young Doric is seen receiving the falu

tations of the company in the recess. That's him! ahem! (pulling out his chitterlin, &c.) I mustn't be behind hand, for I'll consult him on Sir Edward's concertask him for fingers and musicians.

Y. Doric (advancing). Major Tornado, I'm inform’d (taking his hand). Nothing unpleasant, I hope, has so long detained you.

Major. Sir! (bowing)

Y. Doric: Detain'd! Oh! no—I staid away on purpose. We never arrive, now, 'till an hour after our company; and generally go to another party and leave them ; for, you don't come to see me, you know, nor I to see you --but, you come -you-pray, why do you come? Major. Why, bear

Why, bew-upon my soul, I can hardly tell you.

Y. Doric. No! and therefore to relieve both host and visitor, why not the plan that I propose? Why not these great confectioners and cooks, prepare the company, as well as the provisions.

Major. Prepare the company.

Y. Doric. Ay; isn't it as easy to make a little Lord as a large trife! a woman of fashion, as a whipt fyllabub? or a purse-proud citizen, as calf's-foot jelly? And then, Major, we should have the best of parties on the best of terms; for they'd eat no supper, talk no nonsense, and be taken off with the fragments.


Major. You are the very man I want. Sir, can you help me to conduct a concert ?

Y. Doric. To be sure I can.

Major. To-morrow, at Sir Edward Specious's house, and, between ourselves, we've not one singer yet : but, as director, I'm empowered to use all these bank-notes : look! to the best ad. vantage (Mewing them).

Y. Doric. And Sir Edward wants fingers ?
Major. He does indeed!

y. Doric. And that's to pay for them ? (Majar nods asent) Then, in the next room there is a lady with the clearest and divinest tones! but, by this letter, which I found, a savage landlord, for a debt of forty pounds, now waits to cage the warbling bird. But pay the rascal with Sir Edward's money, and he himself thall, late or early, own, that you have used it to the best advantage.

Major. So, he will.—Here, ask the lady to give her notes, and thus I give Sir Edward's Yet, hold! this savage landlord should not gain his point.

Y. Doric. No, he wont: for, hark ye! he arrest's her to—(whispering and laughing) --He! he! and, better ftill-ber name is Aubrey.

Major. Aubrey! what Aubrey ?

Y. Doric. Oh! he has beard her voice before, but not to such a tune as this--So, whilst you live, see company, Major ; for, at the rate of forty pounds a head, you'll soon grow rich by hospitality-and, for Sir Edward, tell him, the next time the school is in arrears, he had best make it help his education, by taking it in lessons-ha! ha.--You've used his money to the best advantage! (Smacks him on tbe back.)

[Erit. Major. What! what, Mrs. Aubrey ? Surely, not Olivia's governess! Yet, now 1 recollect, my

lister said Bless my soul! there's no end to rural diversion! and, haply, whilst pursuing that, I have forgot the best diversion life affords--that of assisting the unfortunate.-Poor, poor Olivia! Zounds ! if I'm duped—(going)

OLIVIA appears.

Oh ! here's my partner !--the unknown lady, that I danc'd with.—'Piha! I've no fpirits 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


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, calumnious tale, and cast inc on the world, the wretched orphan that he found me.

Major. Orphan !

Olivia. He has ! he has;- but his past kind. ness still rulhes on Olivia's memory, and her over



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

Major (trying to raise her).Olivia !come to your protector's arms! (embracing her)

Olivia. My more than parent-my benefactor.

Major. My bleffings 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, just for the chance of a dessert like this.

Olivia (Aying to Mrs. Aubrey). Oh! Mrs. Aubrey! you, who have shared, and oft outsmild my forrows, does this (killing the Major's 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 bank. notes-Major, the debt's discharged.

Major. Well, well; of him I think not--let us this infiant to the Hermitage ; for I am sure my fifter 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 Lan. casters, and they have blown me top-side downBut 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, la. dies; for never felt I rapture like the present ;


(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 be 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 folo. Major. Ours in full chorus of harmonious joy.



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