Scene, an Apartment at CHARLOTTE'S.

AND so, Charlotte, you really think the pock­et-hoop unbecoming.

No, I don't say so: It may be very becoming to saunter round the house of a rainy day; to visit my grand-mamma, or to go to Quakers' meeting; but to swim in a minuet, with the eyes of fifty well­dressed beaux upon me, to trip it in the Mall, or walk on the battery, give me the luxurious, jaunty, flowing, bell-hoop. It would have delighted you to have seen me the last evening, my charming girl! I was dangling o'er the battery with Billy Dimple; a knot of young fellows were upon the platform; as I passed them I faultered with one of the most bewitching false steps you ever saw, and then re­covered myself with such a pretty confusion, flirting my hoop to discover a jet black shoe and brilliant buckle. Gad! how my little heart thrilled to hear the confused raptures of — " Demme, Jack, what a delicate foot!" " Ha! General, what a well­turn'd —"

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Fie! fie! Charlotte,

I pro­test you are quite a libertine.

Why, my dear little prude, are we not all such libertines? Do you think, when I sat tortured two hours under the hands of my friseur, and an hour more at my toilet, that I had any thoughts of my aunt Susan, or my cousin Betsey? though they are both allowed to be critical judges of dress.

Why, who should we dress to please, but those who are judges of its merit?

Why a creature who does not know Buffon from Soufleè — Man! — my Letitia — Man! for whom we dress, walk, dance, talk, lisp, languish, and smile. Does not the grave Spectator assure us, that even our much bepraised diffidence, modesty, and blush­es, are all directed to make ourselves▪ good wives and mothers as fast as we can. Why I'll undertake with one flirt of this hoop to bring more beaux to my feet in one week, than the grave Maria, and her sentimental circle, can do, by sighing sentiment till their hairs are grey.

Well, I won't argue with you; you always out talk me; let us change the subject. I hear that Mr. Dimple and Maria are soon to be married.

You hear true. I was consulted in the choice of the wedding clothes. She is to be married in a delicate white sattin, and has a monstrous pretty brocaded lutestring for the second day. It would have done you good to have seen with what an af­fected indifference the dear sentimentalist turned over a thousand pretty things, just as if her heart did not palpitate with her approaching happiness, [Page 3] and at last made her choice, and arranged her dress with such apathy, as if she did not know that plain white sattin, and a simple blond lace, would shew her clear skin, and dark hair, to the greatest advantage.

But they say her indifference to dress, and even to the gentleman himself, is not entirely affected.

How?

It is whispered, that if Maria gives her hand to Mr. Dimple, it will be without her heart.

Though the giving the heart is one of the last of all laughable considerations in the marriage of a girl of spirit, yet I should like to hear what anti­quated notions the dear little piece of old fashioned prudery has got in her head.

Why you know that old Mr. John-Richard-Ro­bert-Jacob-Isaac-Abraham-Cornelius Van Dump­ling, Billy Dimple's father, (for he has thought fit to soften his name, as well as manners, during his English tour) was the most intimate friend of Ma­ria's father. The old folks, about a year before Mr. Van Dumpling's death, proposed this match: the young folks were accordingly introduced, and told they must love one another. Billy was then a good natured, decent, dressing young fellow, with a little dash of the coxcomb, such as our young fel­lows of fortune usually have. At this time, I really believe she thought she loved him; and had they then been married, I doubt not, they might have jogged on, to the [...]nd of the chapter, a good kind of a sing-song lack-a-daysaical life, as other honest married folks do.

Why did they not then marry?

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Upon the death of his father, Billy went to Eng­land to see the world, and rub off a little of the pa­troon rust. During his absence, Maria like a good girl, to keep herself constant to her nown true-love, avoided company, and betook herself, for her amuse­ment, to her books, and her dear Billy's letters. But, alas! how many ways has the mischievous de­mon of inconstancy of stealing into a woman's heart! Her love was destroyed by the very means she took to support it.

How? — Oh! I have it — some likely young beau found the way to her study.

Be patient, Charlotte — your head so runs upon beaux. — Why she read Sir Charles Grandison, Cla­rissa Harlow, Shenstone, and the Sentimental Jour­ney; and between whiles, as I said, Billy's letters. But as her taste improved, her love declined. The contrast was so striking betwixt the good sense of her books, and the flimsiness of her love-letters, that she discovered she had unthinkingly engaged her hand without her heart; and then the whole transaction managed by the old folks, now appear­ed so unsentimental, and looked so like bargain­ing for a bale of goods, that she found she ought to have rejected, according to every rule of ro­mance, even the man of her choice, if imposed up­on her in that manner — Clary Harlow would have scorned such a match.

Well, how was it on Mr. Dimple's return? Did he meet a more favourable reception than his let­ters?

Much the same. She spoke of him with respect abroad, and with contempt in her closet. She [Page 5] watched his conduct and conversation, and found that he had by travelling acquired the wickedness of Lovelace without his wit, and the politeness of Sir Charles Grandison without his generosity. The ruddy youth who washed his face at the cistern every morning, and swore and looked eternal love and constancy, was now metamorphosed into a flip­pant, palid, polite beau, who devotes the morning to his toilet, reads a few pages of Chesterfield's let­ters, and then minces out, to put the infamous principles in practice upon every woman he meets.

But, if she is so apt at conjuring up these senti­mental bugbears, why does she not discard him at once?

Why, she thinks her word too sacred to be trifled with. Besides, her father, who has a great respect for the memory of his deceased friend, is ever telling her how he shall renew his years in their union, and repeating the dying injunctions of old Van Dumpling.

A mighty pretty story! And so you would make me believe, that the sensible Maria would give up Dumpling manor, and the all-accomplished Dim­ple as a husband, for the absurd, ridiculous reason, sorsooth, because she despises and abhors him. Just as if a lady could not be privileged to spend a man's fortune, ride in his carriage, be called after his name, and call him her nown dear lovee when she wants money, without loving and respecting the great he-creature. Oh! my dear girl, you are a monstrous prude.

I don't say what I would do; I only intimate how I suppose she wishes to act.

No, no, no! A fig for sentiment. If she breaks, [Page 6] or wishes to break, with Mr. Dimple, depend upon it, she has some other man in her eye. A woman rarely discards one lover, until she is sure of an­other. — Letitia little thinks what a clue I have to Dimple's conduct. The generous man submits to render himself disgusting to Maria, in order that she may leave him at liberty to address me. I must change the subject.

Frank, order the horses to. — Talking of mar­riage — did you hear that Sally Bloomsbury is go­ing to be married next week to Mr. Indigo, the rich Carolinian?

Sally Bloomsbury married! — Why she is not yet in her teens.

I do not know how that is, but, you may depend upon it, 'tis a done affair. I have it from the best authority. There is my aunt Wyerley's Hannah, (you know Hannah — though a black, she is a wench that was never caught in a lie in her life;) now Hannah has a brother who courts Sarah, Mrs. Cat­gut the milliner's girl, and she told Hannah's bro­ther, and Hannah, who, as I said before, is a girl of undoubted veracity, told it directly to me, that Mrs. Catgut was making a new cap for Miss Blooms­bury, which, as it was very dressy, it is very pro­bable is designed for a wedding cap: now, as she is to be married, who can it be to, but to Mr. In­digo? Why there is no other gentleman that visits at her papa's.

Say not a word more Charlotte. Your intelli­gence is so direct and well grounded, it is almost a pity that it is not a piece of scandal.

Oh! I am the pink of prudence. Though I [Page 7] cannot charge myself with ever having discredited a tea-party by my silence, yet I take care never to report any thing of my acquaintance, especially if it is to their credit, — discredit I mean — until I have searched to the bottom of it. It is true, there is infinite pleasure in this charitable pursuit. Oh! how delicious to go and condole with the friends of some backsliding sister, or to retire with some old dowager or maiden aunt of the family, who love scandal so well, that they cannot forbear gratifying their appetite at the expence of the reputation of their nearest relations! And then to return full fraught with a rich collection of circumstances, to retail to the next circle of our acquaintance under the strongest injunctions of secrecy, — ha, ha, ha! — interlarding the melancholy tale with so many dole­ful shakes of the head, and more doleful Ah! who would have thought it! so amiable, so prudent a young lady, as we all thought her, what a mon­strous pity! well, I have nothing to charge my­self with; I acted the part of a friend, I warned her of the principles of that rake, I told her what would be the consequence; I told her so. I told her so. — Ha, ha, ha!

Ha, ha, ha! Well, but Charlotte, you don't tell, me what you think of Miss Bloomsbury's match.

Think! why I think it is probable she cried so a plaything, and they have given her a husband. Well, well, well, the puling chit shall not be de­prived of her plaything: 'tis only exchanging Lon­don dolls for American babies — Apropos, of ba­bies, have you heard what Mrs. Affable's high-fly­ing notions of delicacy have come to?

Who, she that was Miss Lovely?

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The same; she married Bob Affable of Schenec­tady. Don't you remember?

Madam, the carriage is ready.

Shall we go to the stores first, or visiting?

I should think it rather too early to visit; especi­ally Mrs. Prim: you know she is so particular.

Well, but what of Mrs. Affable?

Oh, I'll tell you as we go; come, come, let us hasten. I hear Mrs. Catgut has some of the pret­tiest caps arrived, you ever saw. I shall die if I have not the first sight of them.

SCENE II.
A Room in VAN ROUGH'S House.

There is something [...] this song which ever calls forth my affections. The manly virtue of courage, that fortitude which steels the heart against the keenest misfortunes, which interweaves the laurel of glory amidst the instruments of torture and death, displays something so noble, so exalted, that in de­spite of the prejudices of education, I cannot but admire it, even in a savage. The prepossession which our sex is supposed to entertain for the cha­racter of a soldier, is, I know, a standing piece of raillery among the wits. A cockade, a lapell'd coat, and a feather, they will tell you, are irresisti­ble by a female heart. Let it be so. — Who is it that considers the helpless situation of our sex, that does not see we each moment stand in need of a protector, and that a brave one too. Formed of the more delicate materials of nature, endowed only with the softer passions, incapable, from our ignorance of the world, to guard against the wiles of mankind, our security for happiness often de­pends upon their generosity and courage: — Alas! how little of the former do we find. How in­consistent! that man should be leagued to destroy that honour, upon which, solely rests his respect and esteem. Ten thousand temptations allure us, ten thousand passions betray us; yet the smallest deviation [...] the path of rectitude is followed by the cont [...]d [...] insult of man, and the more re­morseless [...] woman: years of penitence and tears [...] away the stain, nor a life of vir­tue obliterate its remembrance. Reputation is [Page 10] the life of woman; yet courage to protect it, is masculine and disgusting; and the only safe asy­lum a woman of delicacy can find, is in the arms of a man of honour. How naturally then, should we love the brave, and the generous; how grate­fully should we bless the arm raised for our pro­tection, when nerv'd by virtue, and directed by honour! Heaven grant that the man with whom I may be connected — may be connected! — Whi­ther has my imagination transported me — whither does it now lead me? — Am I not indissolubly en­gaged by every obligation of honour, which my own consent, and my father's approbation can give to a man who can never share my affections, and whom a few days hence, it will be criminal for me to disapprove — to disapprove! would to hea­ven that were all — to despise. For, can the most frivolous manners, actuated by the most depraved heart, meet, or merit, any thing but contempt from every woman of delicacy and sentiment?

Ha! my father's voice — Sir! —

What, Mary, always singing doleful ditties, and moping over these plaguy books.

I hope, Sir, that it is not criminal to improve my mind with books; or to divert my melancholy with singing at my leisure hours.

Why, I don't know that, child; I don't know that. They us'd to say when I was a [...] man, that if a woman knew how to make [...] and to keep herself out of fire and [...] knew enough for a wife. Now, what [...] these books done you? have they not [...] melan­choly? as you call it. Pray, [...] a girl [Page 11] of your age to be in the dumps? hav'nt you every thing your heart can wish; an't you going to be married to a young man of great fortune; an't you going to have the quit-rent of twenty miles square?

One hundredth part of the land, and a lease for life of the heart of a man I could love, would sa­tisfy me.

Pho, pho, pho! child; nonsense, downright non­sense, child. This comes of your reading your story-books; your Charles Grandisons, your Sen­timental Journals, and your Robinson Crusoes, and such other trumpery. No, no, no! child, it is money makes the mare go; keep your eye upon the main chance, Mary.

Marriage, Sir, is, indeed, a very serious affair.

You are right, child; you are right. I am sure I found it so to my cost.

I mean, Sir, that as marriage is a portion for life, and so intimately involves our happiness, we cannot be too considerate in the choice of our companion.

Right, child; very right. A young woman should be very sober when she is making her choice, but when she has once made it, as you have done, I don't see why she should not be as merry as a grig▪ I am [...] she has reason enough to be so. — Solo­mon say that there is a time to laugh, and a time [...] now a time for a young woman to laugh [...] she has made sure of a good rich husband. [...] time to cry, according to you, Mary, [...] is making choice of him: but, I should [...], [...] a young woman's time to cry [Page 12] was, when she despaired of getting one. — Why there was your mother now: to be sure when I poppd the question to her, she did look a little silly; but when she had once looked down on her apron-strings, as all modest young women us'd to do, and drawled out ye-s, she was as brisk and as merry as a bee.

My honoured mother, Sir, had no motive to melancholy; she married the man of her choice.

The man of her choice! And pray, Mary, an't you going to marry the man of your choice — what trumpery notion is this? — It is these vile books

I'd have you to know, Mary, if you won't make young Van Dumpling the man of your choice, you shall marry him as the man of my choice.

You terrify me Sir. Indeed Sir I am all sub­mission. My will is yours.

Why, that is the way your mother us'd to talk. My will is yours, my dear Mr. Van Rough, my will is yours. but she took special care to have her own [...] for all that.

Do not reflect upon my mother's memory, Sir —

Why not, Mary, why not. She kept me from speaking my mind all her life, and do you think she shall henpeck me now she is dead too? Come, come; don't go to sniveling: be a good girl, and mind the main chance. I'll see your [...] settled in the world.

I do not doubt your love, Sir [...] many duty to obey you. — I will endeavour to make my duty and inclination go hand in hand.

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Well, well, Mary; do you be a good girl, mind the main chance, and never mind inclination. — Why, do you know that I have been down in the cellar this very morning to examine a pipe of Ma­deira which I purchased the week you were born, and mean to tap on your wedding day? — That pipe cost me fifty pounds sterling. It was well worth sixty pounds; but I over-reach'd Ben Bulkhead, the supercargo; I'II tell you the whole story. You must know that —

Sir, Mr. Transfer the broker is below.

Well, Mary, I must go. — Remember, and be a good girl, and mind the main chance.

How deplorable is my situation! How distressing for a daughter to find her heart militating with her filial duty! I know my father loves me tenderly, why then do I reluctantly obey him? He [...] knows! with what reluctance I should [...] will of a parent, or set an example of [...] obedience; at a parent's command, [...] aukwardness and deformity. What [...] of my husband good, I would so magnify his good qualities with the eye of conjugal affection, that the defects of his person and manners, should be lost in the emanation of his virtues. At a father's command, I could embrace poverty. Were the poor man my husband, I would learn resignation to my lot; I would enliven our frugal meal with good humour, and chase away misfortune from our cottage with a smile. At a father's command, I could almost submit, to what every female heart knows to be the most mortifying, to marry a weak man, and blush at my husband's folly in every com­pany [Page 14] I visited. — But to marry a depraved wretch, whose only virtue is a polished exterior; who is actuated by the unmanly ambition of conquering the defenceless; whose heart, insensible to the emotions of patriotism, dilates at the plaudits of every unthinking girl; whose laurels are the sighs and tears of the miserable victims of his specious behaviour. — Can he, who has no regard for the peace and happiness of other families, ever have a due regard for the peace and happiness of his own? Would to heaven that my father were not so hasty in his temper! Surely, if I were to state my reasons for declining this match, he would not compel me to marry a man — whom, though my lips may so­lemnly promise to honour, I find my heart must ever despise.

SCENE I.

BETTY, take those things out of the carriage and carry them to my chamber; see that you don't tumble them. — My dear, I protest, I think it was the homeliest of the whole. I declare I was al­most tempted to return and change it.

Why would you take it?

Did'nt Mrs. Catgut say it was the most fashion­able?

But, my dear, it will never sit becomingly on you.

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I know that; but did not you hear Mrs. Cat­gut say it was fashionable?

Did you see that sweet airy cap with the white sprig?

Yes, and I longed to take it: but my dear, what could I do? — Did not Mrs. Catgut say it was the most fashionable; and if I had not taken it, was not that aukward gawky, Sally Slender, ready to purchase it immediately?

Did you observe how she tumbled over the things at the next shop, and then went off with­out purchasing any thing, nor even thanking the poor man for his trouble? — But of all the auk­ward creatures, did you see Miss Blouze, endea­vouring to thrust her unmerciful arm into those small kid gloves?

Ha, ha, ha, ha!

Then did you take notice, with what an affect­ed warmth of friendship she and Miss Wasp met? when all their acquaintance know how much plea­sure they take in abusing each other in every com­pany.

Lud! Letitia, is that so extraordinary? Why, my dear, I hope you are not going to turn senti­mentalist. — Scandal, you know, is but amusing our­selves with the faults, foibles, follies and reputati­ons of our friends; — indeed, I don't know why we should have friends, if we are not at liberty to make use of them. But no person is so ignorant of the world as to suppose, because I amuse myself with a lady's faults, that I am obliged to quarrel with her [Page 16] person, every time we meet: believe me, my dear, we should have very few acquaintance at that rate.

You'll excuse me, my dear.

Oh, quite excusable.

As I hope to be married, my brother Henry is in the city.

What, your brother, Colonel Manly?

Yes, my dear; the only brother I have in the world.

Was he never in this city?

Never nearer than Harlem Heights, where he lay with his regiment.

What sort of a being is this brother of your's? If he is as chatty, as pretty, as sprightly as you, half the belles in the city will be pulling caps for him.

My brother is the very counterpart and reverse of me: I am gay, he is grave; I am airy, he is solid; I am ever selecting the most pleasing objects for my laughter, he has a tear for every pitiful one. And thus, whilst he is plucking the briars and thorns from the path of the unfortunate, I am strewing my own path with roses.

My sweet friend, not quite so poetical, and a little more particular.

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Hands off, Letitia. I feel the rage of simile up­on me; I can't talk to you in any other way. My brother has a heart replete with the noblest sentiments, but then, it is like — it is like — Oh! you provoking girl, you have deranged all my ideas — it is like — Oh! I have it — his heart is like an old maiden lady's band-box; it contains many costly things, arranged with the most scrupu­lous nicety, yet the misfortune is, that they are too delicate, costly, and antiquated, for common use.

By what I can pick out of your flowery descrip­tion, your brother is no beau.

No, indeed; he makes no pretension to the cha­racter. He'd ride, or rather fly, an hundred miles to relieve a distressed object, or to do a gallant act in the service of his country: but, should you drop your fan or bouquet in his presence, it is ten to one, that some beau at the farther end of the room would have the honour of presenting it to you, be­fore he had observed that it fell. I'll tell you one of his antiquated, anti-gallant notions. — He said once in my presence, in a room full of company — would you believe it — in a large circle of ladies, that the best evidence a gentleman could give a young lady of his respect and affection, was, to en­deavour in a friendly manner to rectify her foibles. I protest I was crimson to the eyes, upon reflecting that I was known as his sister.

Insupportable creature! tell a lady of her faults! If he is so grave, I fear I have no chance of cap­tivating him.

His conversation is like a rich old fashioned brocade, it will stand alone; every sentence is a [Page 18] sentiment. Now you may judge what a time I had with him, in my twelve months visit to my father. He read me such lectures, out of pure brotherly affection, against the extremes of fashi­on, dress, flirting, and coquetry, and all the other dear things which he knows I doat upon, that, I protest, his conversation made me as melancholy as if I had been at church; and, heaven knows, though I never prayed to go there but on one occasion, yet I would have exchanged his con­versation for a psalm and a sermon. Church is rather melancholy to be sure; but then I can ogle the beaux, and be regaled with "here end­eth the first lesson," but his brotherly here, you would think had no end. You captivate him! Why, my dear, he would as soon fall in love with a box of Italian flowers. There is Maria now, if she were not engaged, she might do something. — Oh! how I should like to see that pair of pensorosos together, looking as grave as two sailors wives of a stormy night, with a flow of sentiment meander­ing through their conversation like purling streams in modern poetry.

Oh! my dear fanciful —

Hush! I hear some person coming through the entry.

Madam, there's a gentleman below who calls himself Colonel Manly; do you chuse to be at home?

Shew him in.

Now for a so­ber face.

My dear Charlotte, I am happy that I once more [Page 19] enfold you within the arms of fraternal affection. I know you are going to ask (amiable impatience!) how our parents do, — the venerable pair transmit you their blessing by me — they totter on the verge of a well-spent life, and wish only to see their chil­dren settled in the world, to depart in peace.

I am very happy to hear that they are well

Brother, will you give me leave to in­troduce you to our uncle's ward, one of my most intimate friends.

I ought to regard your friends as my own.

Come Letitia, do give us a little dash of your vivacity; my brother is so sentimental, and so grave, that I protest he'll give us the vapours.

Though sentiment and gravity, I know, are ba­nished the polite world, yet, I hoped, they might find some countenance in the meeting of such near connections as brother and sister.

Positively, brother, if you go one step further in this strain, you will set me crying, and that, you know, would spoil my eyes; and then I should never get the husband which, our good papa and mamma have so kindly wished me — never be esta­blished in the world.

Forgive me, my sister — I am no enemy to mirth; I love your sprightliness; and I hope it will one day enliven the hours of some worthy man: but, when I mention the respectable authors of my ex­istence, — the cherishers and protectors of my help­less infancy, whose hearts glow with such fondness and attachment, that they would willingly lay down their lives for my welfare, you will excuse me, if [Page 20] I am so unfashionable as to speak of them with some degree of respect and reverence.

Well, well, brother; if you won't be gay, we'll not differ; I will be as grave as you wish.

And so, brother, you have come to the city to exchange some of your commutation notes for a little pleasure.

Indeed you are mistaken; my errand is not of amusement, but business; and as I neither drink nor game, my expences will be so trivial, I shall have no occasion to sell my notes.

Then you won't have occasion to do a very good thing. Why, there was the Vermont General — he came down some time since, sold all his musty notes at one stroke, and then laid the cash out in trinkets for his dear Fanny. I want a dozen pret­ty things myself, have you got the notes with you?

I shall be ever willing to contribute as far as it is in my power, to adorn, or in any way to please my sister; yet, I hope, I shall never be obliged for this, to sell my notes. I may be romantic, but I preserve them as a sacred deposit. Their full amount is justly due to me, but as embarrassments, the natural consequences of a long war, disable my country from supporting its credit, I shall wait with patience until it is rich enough to discharge them. If that is not in my day, they shall be transmitted as an honourable certificate to posterity, that I have humbly imitated our illustrious WASHING­TON, in having exposed my health and life in the service of my country, without reaping any other reward than the glory of conquering in so arduous a contest.

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Well said heroics. Why, my dear Henry, you have such a lofty way of saying things, that I pro­test I almost tremble at the thought of introducing you to the polite circles in the city. The belles would think you were a player run mad, with your head filled with old scraps of tragedy: and, as to the beaux, they might admire, because they would not understand, you. — But, however, I must, I be­lieve, venture to introduce you to two or three la­dies of my acquaintance.

And that will make him acquainted with thirty or forty beaux.

Oh! brother, you don't know what a fund of happiness you have in store.

I fear, sister, I have not refinement sufficient to enjoy it.

Oh! you cannot fail being pleased.

Our ladies are so delicate and dressy.

And our beaux so dressy and delicate.

Our ladies chat and flirt so agreeably.

And our beaux simper and bow so gracefully.

With their hair so trim and neat.

And their faces so soft and sleek.

Their buckles so tonish and bright.

And their hands so slender and white.

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I vow, Charlotte, we are quite poetical.

And then, brother, the faces of the beaux are of such a lily white hue! None of that horrid robust­ness of constitution, that vulgar corn-fed glow of health, which can only serve to alarm an unmarri­ed lady with apprehensions, and prove a melan­choly memento to a married one, that she can ne­ver hope for the happiness of being a widow. I will say this to the credit of our city beaux, that such is the delicacy of their complexion, dress, and address, that, even had I no reliance upon the ho­nour of the dear Adonises, I would trust myself in any possible situation with them, without the least apprehensions of rudeness.

Sister Charlotte!

Now, now, now brother,

now don't go to spoil my mirth with a dash of your gra­vity; I am so glad to see you, I am in tip-top spi­rits. Oh! that you could be with us at a little snug party. There is Billy Simper, Jack Chassé and Colonel Van Titter, Miss Promonade, and the two Miss Tambours, sometimes make a party, with some other ladies, in a side-box, at the play. Every thing is conducted with such decorum, — first we bow round to the company in general, then to each one in particular, then we have so many inquiries after each other's health, and we are so happy to meet each other, and it is so many ages since we last had that pleasure, and, if a married lady is in company, we have such a sweet dissertation upon her son Bobby's chin-cough; then the curtain rises, then our sensibility is all awake, and then by the mere force of apprehension, we torture some harmless expression into a double meaning, which [Page 23] the poor author never dreamt of, and then we have recourse to our fans, and then we blush, and then the gentlemen jog one another, peep under the fan, and make the prettiest remarks; and then we giggle and they simper, and they giggle and we simper, and then the curtain drops, and then for nuts and oranges, and then we bow, and it's pray Ma'am take it, and pray Sir keep it, and, oh! not for the world Sir; and then the curtain rises again, and then we blush, and giggle, and simper, and bow, all over again. Oh! the sentimental charms of a side-box conversation!

Well, sister, I join heartily with you in the laugh; for, in my opinion, it is as justifiable to laugh at folly, as it is reprehensible to ridicule misfortune.

Well, but brother, positively I can't introduce you in these clothes: why, your coat looks as if it were calculated for the vulgar purpose of keeping yourself comfortable.

This coat was my regimental coat in the late war. The public tumults of our state, have induced me to buckle on the sword in support of that govern­ment which I once fought to establish. I can on­ly say, sister, that there was a time when this coat was respectable, and some people even thought, that those men who had endured so many winter campaigns in the service of their country, without bread, clothing or pay, at least deserved that the poverty of their appearance should not be ridiculed.

We agree in opinion entirely, brother, though it would not have done for me to have said it: it is the coat makes the man respectable. In the time of the war, when we were almost frightened to death, [Page 24] why, your coat was respectable, that is, fashionable; now another kind of coat is fashionable, that is, respectable. And pray direct the taylor to make yours the height of the fashion.

Though it is of little consequence to me of what shape my coat is, yet, as to the height of the fashion, there you will please to excuse me, sister. You know my sentiments on that subject. I have often lamented the advantage which the French have over us in that particular. In Paris, the fashions have their dawnings, their routine and declensions, and depend as much upon the caprice of the day as in other countries; but there every lady assumes a right to deviate from the general ton, as far as will be of advantage to her own appearance. In America, the cry is, what is the fashion? and we follow it, indiscriminately, because it is so.

Therefore it is, that when large hoops are in fashion, we often see many a plump girl lost in the immensity of a hoop-petticoat, whose want of height and en-bon-point would never have been remarked in any other dress. When the high head-dress is the mode, how then do we see a lofty cushion, with a profusion of gauze, feathers, and ribband, sup­ported by a face no bigger than an apple; whilst a broad full-faced lady, who really would have ap­peared tolerably handsome in a large head-dress, looks with her smart chapeau as masculine as a soldier.

But remember, my dear sister, and I wish all my fair country-women would recollect, that the only excuse a young lady can have for going extrava­gantly into a fashion, is, because it makes her look extravagantly handsome. — Ladies I must wish you a good morning.

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But brother, you are going to make home with us.

Indeed I cannot. I have seen my uncle, and explained that matter.

Come and dine with us then. We have a fami­ly dinner about half past four o'clock.

I am engaged to dine with the Spanish ambassa­dor. I was introduced to him by an old brother officer; and instead of freezing me with a cold card of compliment to dine with him ten days hence, he, with the true old Castilian frankness, in a friendly manner, asked me to dine with him to-day — an ho­nour I could not refuse. Sister adieu — Madam your most obedient — Exit.

I will wait upon you to the door, brother; I have something particular to say to you. Exit.

What a pair! — She the pink of flirtation, he the essence of every thing that is outré and gloomy. — I think I have completely deceived Charlotte, by my manner of speaking of Mr. Dimple; she's too much the friend of Maria to be confided in. He is certainly rendering himself disagreeable to Ma­ria, in order to break with her and proffer his hand to me. This is what the delicate fellow hinted in our last conversation.

SCENE II. The Mall.

Positively this Mall is a very pretty place. I hope the cits won't ruin it by repairs. To be sure it won't do to speak of in the same day with Rane­lagh or Vauxhall; however it's a fine place for a young fellow to display his person to advantage. Indeed, nothing is lost here; the girls have taste, and I am very happy to find they have adopted the elegant London fashion of looking back, after a genteel fellow like me, has passed them. — Ah! who comes here? This, by his aukwardness, must be the Yankee colonel's servant. I'll accost him.

Votre très-humble servitcur, Monsieur. I un­derstand Colonel Manly, the Yankee officer, has the honour of your services.

Sir! —

I say, Sir, I understand that Colonel Manly has the honour of having you for a servant.

Servant! Sir, do you take me for a neger, — I am Colonel Manly's waiter.

A true Yankee distinction, egad, without a dif­ference. Why, Sir, do you not perform all the offices of a servant? do you not even blacken his boots?

Yes; I do grease them a bit sometimes; but I am a true blue son of liberty, for all that. Father said I should come as Colonel Manly's waiter, to [Page 27] see the world, and all that; but no man shall mas­ter me: my father has as good a farm as the co­lonel.

Well, Sir, we will not quarrel about terms upon the eve of an acquaintance, from which I promise myself so much satisfaction; — therefore [...] remonie —

What? —

I say I am extremely happy to see Colonel Man­ly's waiter.

Well, and I vow too, I am pretty considerably glad to see you — but what the dogs need of all this outlandish lingo? Who may you be Sir, if I may be so bold?

I have the honour to be Mr. Dimple's servant, or, if you please, waiter. We lodge under the same roof, and should be glad of the honour of your acquaintance.

You a waiter! by the living jingo you look so topping, I took you for one of the agents to Con­gress.

The brute has discernment notwithstanding his appearance. — Give me leave to say I wonder then at your familiarity.

Why, as to the matter of that, Mr. — pray, what's your name?

Jessamy, at your service.

Why I swear we don't make any great matter of [Page 28] distinction in our state, between quality and other folks.

This is, indeed, a levelling principle. — I hope, Mr. Jonathan, you have not taken part with the insurgents.

Why, since General Shays has sneaked off, and given us the bag to hold, I don't care to give my opinion; but you'll promise not to tell — put your ear this way — you won't tell? — I vow I did think the sturgeons were right.

I thought, Mr. Jonathan, you Massachusetts­men always argued with a gun in your hand. — Why did'nt you join them?

Why, the colonel is one of those folks called the Shin — Shin — dang it all, I can't speak them lignum vitae words — you know who I mean — there is a company of them — they wear a China goose at their button-hole — a kind of gilt thing. — Now the colo­nel told father and brother, — you must know there are, let me see — there is Elnathan, Silas, and Bar­nabas, Tabitha — no, no, she's a she — tarnation now I have it — there's Elnathan, Silas, Barnabas, Jo­nathan, that's I — seven of us, six went into the wars, and I staid at home to take care of mother. Colonel said that it was a burning shame for the true blue Bunker-hill sons of liberty, who had fought Governor Hutchinson, Lord North, and the Devil, to have any hand in kicking up a cursed dust against a government, which we had every mother's son of us a hand in making.

Bravo! — Well, have you been abroad in the city since your arrival? What have you seen that is cu­rious and entertaining?

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Oh! I have seen a power of fine sights. I went to see two marble-stone men and a leaden horse, that stands out in doors in all weathers; and when I came where they was, one had got no head, and t'other wer'nt there. They said as how the leaden man was a damn'd tory, and that he took wit in his anger and rode off in the time of the troubles.

But this was not the end of your excursion.

Oh no; I went to a place they call Holy Ground. Now I counted this was a place where folks go to meeting; so I put my [...] book in my pocket, and walked softly and grave as a minister; and when I came there, the dogs a bit of a meeting­house could I see. At last I spied a young gentle­woman standing by one of the seats, which they have here at the doors — I took her to be the dea­con's daughter, and she looked so kind, and so obliging, that I thought I would go and ask her the way to lecture, and would you think it — she called me dear, and sweeting, and honey, just as if we were married: by the living jingo, I had a month's mind to buss her.

Well, but how did it end?

Why, as I was standing talking with her, a par­cel of sailor men and boys got round me, the snarl headed curs fell a-kicking and cursing of me at such a tarnal rate, that I vow I was glad to take to my heels and split home, right off, tail on end like a stream of chalk.

Why my dear friend you are not acquainted with the city; that girl you saw was a —

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Mercy on my soul! was that young woman a harlot! — Well! if this is New-York Holy Ground, what must the Holy-day Ground be!

Well, you should not judge of the city too rash­ly. We have a number of elegant fine girls here, that make a man's leisure hours pass very agree­ably. I would esteem it an honour to announce you to some of them. — Gad! that announce is a select word; I wonder where I picked it up.

I don't want to know them.

Come, come, my dear friend, I see that I must assume the honour of being the director of your amusements. Nature has given us passions, and youth and opportunity stimulate to gratify them. It is no shame, my dear Blueskin, for a man to a­muse himself with a little gallantry.

Girl huntry! I don't altogether understand. I never played at that game. I know how to play hunt the squirrel, but I can't play any thing with the girls; I am as good as married.

Vulgar, horrid brute! Married, and above a [...] [...] from his wife, and think that an ob­ [...] [...] making love to every woman he meets! [...] can have read, no, he never can have [...] whom with a volume of the divine Ches­terfield. — So you are married?

No, I don't say so; I said I was as good as mar­ried, a kind of promise.

A [...]od as married! —

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Why, yes; there's Tabitha Wymen the deacon's daughter, at home, she and I have been courting a great while, and folks say as how we are to be married; and so I broke a piece of money with her when we parted, and she promised not to spark it with Solomon Dyer while I am gone. You wou'dnt have me false to my true-love, would you?

May be you have another reason for constancy; possibly the young lady has a fortune? Ha! Mr. Jo­nathan, the solid charms: the chains of love are never so binding as when the links are made of gold.

Why as to fortune, I must needs say her father is pretty dumb rich; he went representative for our town last year. He will give her — let me see — four times seven is — seven times four — nought and carry one; — he will give her twenty acres of land — somewhat rocky though — a bible, and a cow.

Twenty acres of rock, a bible, and a cow I, Why my dear Mr. Jonathan, we have servant maids, or, as you would more elegantly express it, wait resses, in this city, who collect more in one year from their mistresses' cast clothes.

You don't say so! —

Yes, and I'll introduce you to one of them. There is a little lump of flesh and delicacy that lives at next door, wait'ress to Miss Maria; we often see her on the stoop.

But are you sure she would be courted by [...]?

Never doubt it; remember a faint heart never [Page 32] — blisters on my tongue — I was going to be guilty of a vile proverb; flat against the authority of Chesterfield. — I say there can be no doubt, that the brilliancy of your merit will secure you a fa­vourable reception.

Well, but what must I say to her?

Say to her! why, my dear friend, though I ad­mire your profound knowledge on every other sub­ject, yet, you will pardon my saying, that your want of opportunity has made the female heart escape the poignancy of your penetration. Say to her! — Why, when a man goes a-courting, and hopes for success, he must begin with doing, and not saying.

Well, what must I do?

Why; when you are introduced you must make five or six elegant bows.

Six elegant bows! I understand that; six you say? Well —

Then you must press and kiss her hand; then press and kiss, and so on to her lips and cheeks; then tall [...] much as you can about hearts, darts, flames, nectar and ambrosia — the more incoherent the better.

Well, but suppose she should be angry with I?

Why if she should pretend — please to observe, Mr. Jonathan — if she should pretend to be offend­ed, you must — But I'll tell you how my master acted in such a case: He was seated by a young lady of eighteen upon a sopha, plucking with a wanton hand the blooming sweets of youth and [Page 33] beauty. When the lady thought it necessary to check his ardour, she called up a frown upon her lovely face, so irresistably alluring, that it would have warmed the frozen bosom of age: remember, said she, putting her delicate arm upon his, re­member your character and my honour. My mas­ter instantly dropped upon his knees, with eyes swimming with love, cheeks glowing with desire, and in the gentlest modulation of voice, he said — My dear Caroline, in a few months our hands will be indissolubly united at the altar; our hearts I feel are already so — the favours you now grant as evidence of your affection, are favours indeed; yet when the ceremony is once past, what will now be received with rapture, will then be attributed to duty.

Well, and what was the consequence?

The consequence! — Ah! forgive me, my dear friend, but you New-England gentlemen have such a laudable curiosity of seeing the bottom of every thing; — why, to be honest, I confess I saw the blooming cherub of a consequence smiling in its angelic mother's arms, about ten months afterwards.

Well, if I follow all your plans, make them six bows, and all that; shall I have such little cheru­bim consequences?

Undoubtedly. — What are you musing upon?

You say you'll certainly make me acquainted? — Why I was thinking then how I should contrive to pass this broken piece of silver — won't it buy a sugar-dram?

What is that, the love-token from the deacon's [Page 34] daughter? — You come on bravely. But I must hasten to my master. Adieu my dear friend.

Stay, Mr. Jessamy — must I buss her when I am introduced to her?

I told you, you must kiss her.

Well, but must I buss her?

Why kiss and buss, and buss and kiss, is all one.

Oh! my dear friend, though you have a profound knowledge of all, a pugnency of tribulation, you don't know every thing.

Well, certainly I improve; my master could not have insinuated himself with more address into the heart of a man he despised. — Now will this blun­dering dog sicken Jenny with his nauseous pawings, until she flies into my arms for very ease. How sweet will the contrast be, between the blundering Jonathan, and the courtly and accomplished Jes­samy!

SCENE I.

"WOMEN have in general but one object, which is their beauty." Very true, my lord; positively very true. "Nature has hardly formed a woman ugly enough to be insensible to flattery [Page 35] upon her person." Extremely just, my lord; every day's delightful experience confirms this. "If her face is so shocking, that she must, in some degree, be conscious of it, her figure and air, she thinks, make ample amends for it." The sallow Miss Wan is a proof of this. — Upon my telling the distasteful wretch, the other day, that her counte­nance spoke the pensive language of sentiment, and that Lady Wortley Montague declared, that if the ladies were arrayed in the garb of innocence, the face would be the last part which would be admired, as Monsieur Milton expresses it, she grin'd horribly a ghastly smile. "If her figure is deformed, she thinks her face counterbalances it."

Where got you these, Jessamy?

Sir, the English packet is arrived.

Now, did not my lord expressly say, that it was unbecoming a well-bred man to be in a passion, I confess I should be ruffled.

"There is no accident so unfortunate, which a wise man may not turn to his advantage; nor any accident [Page 36] so fortunate, which a fool will not turn to his dis­advantage." True, my lord: but how advantage can be derived from this, I can't see. Chesterfield himself, who made, however, the worst practice of the most excellent precepts, was never in so em­barrassing a situation. I love the person of Char­lotte, and it is necessary I should command the fortune of Letitia. As to Maria! — I doubt not by my sang-froid behaviour I shall compel her to de­cline the match; but the blame must not fall upon me. A prudent man, as my lord says, should take all the credit of a good action to himself, and throw the discredit of a bad one upon others. I must break with Maria, marry Letitia, and as for Char­lotte — why, Charlotte must be a companion to my wife. — Here, Jessamy!

Here, Jessamy, take this letter to my love.

To which of your honour's loves? — Oh!

to Miss Letitia, your honour's rich love.

And this

to Miss Charlotte Manly. See that you deliver them privately.

Yes, your honour.

Jessamy, who are these strange lodgers that came to the house last night?

Why, the master is a Yankee colonel; I have not seen much of him; but the man is the most unpolished animal your honour ever disgraced your eyes by looking upon. I have had one of the most [Page 37] outré conversations with him! — He really has a most prodigious effect upon my risibility.

I ought, according to every rule of Chesterfield, to wait on him and insinuate myself into his good graces. — Jessamy, wait on the colonel with my compliments, and if he is disengaged, I will do my­self the honour of paying him my respects. — Some ignorant unpolished boor —

Sir, the colonel is gone out, and Jonathan his servant says, that he is gone to stretch his legs up­on the Mall. — Stretch his legs! what an indeli­cacy of diction!

Very well. Reach me my hat and sword. I'll accost him there, in my way to Letitia's, as by ac­cident; pretend to be struck with his person and address, and endeavour to steal into his confidence. Jessamy, I have no business for you at present.

My master and I obtain our knowledge from the same source; — though, gad! I think myself much the prettier fellow of the two.

That was a brilliant thought, to in­sinuate that I folded my master's letters for him; the folding is so neat, that it does honour to the operator. I once intended to have insinuated that I wrote his letters too; but that was before I saw them; it won't do now: no honour there, positive­ly. — "Nothing looks more vulgar,

ordinary, and illiberal, than ugly, un­even, and ragged nails; the ends of which should be kept even and clean, not tipped with black, and cut in small segments of circles" — Seg­ments of circles! surely my lord did not consider [Page 38] that he wrote for the beaux. Segments of circles! what a crabbed term! Now I dare answer, that my master, with all his learning, does not know that this means, according to the present mode, to let the nails grow long, and then cut them off even at top.

Ha! that's Jenny's titter. I protest I despair of ever teaching that girl to laugh; she has something so execrably na­tural in her laugh, that I declare it absolutely dis­composes my nerves. How came she into our house! —

Jenny!

Prythee, Jenny, don't spoil your fine face with laughing.

Why, must'nt I laugh, Mr. Jessamy?

You may smile; but, as my lord says, nothing can authorise a laugh.

Well, but I can't help laughing. — Have you seen him, Mr. Jessamy? ha, ha, ha!

Seen whom? —

Why, Jonathan, the New-England colonel's ser­vant. Do you know he was at the play last night, and the stupid creature don't know where he has been. He would not go to a play for the world; he thinks it was a show, as he calls it.

As ignorant and unpolished as he is, do you know Miss Jenny, that I propose to introduce him to the honour of you [...] [...]

Introduce him to me! for what?

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Why, my lovely girl, that you may take him under your protection, as Madam Ramboulliet did young Stanhope; that you may, by your plastic hand, mould this uncouth cub into a gentleman. He is to make love to you.

Make love to me! —

Yes, Mistress Jenny, make love to you; and, I doubt not, when he shall become domesticated in your kitchen, that this boor, under your auspices, will soon become un aimable petit Jonathan.

I must say, Mr. Jessamy, if he copies after me, he will be vastly monstrously polite.

Stay here one moment, and I will call him. — Jonathan! — Mr. Jonathan! —

Holla! there. —

You promise to stand by me — six bows you say.

Mrs. Jenny, I have the honour of presenting Mr. Jonathan, Colonel Manly's waiter, to you. I am extremely happy that I have it in my power to make two worthy people acquainted with each other's merit.

So, Mr. Jonathan, I hear you were at the play last night.

At the play! why, did you think I went to the devil's drawing-room?

The devil's drawing-room!

Yes; why an't cards and dice the devil's device; [Page 40] and the play-house the shop where the devil hangs out the vanities of the world, upon the tenter-hooks of temptation. I believe you have not heard how they were acting the old boy one night, and the wicked one came among them sure enough; and went right off in a storm, and carried one quarter of the play-house with him. Oh! no, no, no! you won't catch me at a play-house, I warrant you.

Well, Mr. Jonathan, though I don't scruple your veracity, I have some reasons for believing you were there: pray, where were you about six o'clock?

Why, I went to see one Mr. Morrison, the hocus pocus man; they said as how he could eat a case knife.

Well, and how did you find the place?

As I was going about here and there, to and again, to find it, I saw a great croud of folks go­ing into a long entry, that had lantherns over the door; so I asked a man, whether that was not the place where they played hocus pocus? He was a very civil kind man, though he did speak like the Hessians; he lifted up his eyes and said — "they play hocus pocus tricks enough there, Got knows, mine friend."

Well —

So I went right in, and they shewed me away clean up to the garret, just like meeting-house gal­lery. And so I saw a power of topping folks, all sitting round in little cabbins, just like father's corn-cribs; — and then there was such a squeak­ing with the fiddles, and such a tarnal blaze with [Page 41] the lights, my head was near turned. At last the people that sat near me set up such a hissing — hiss — like so many mad cats; and then they went thump, thump, thump, just like our Peleg threshing wheat, and stampt away, just like the nation; and called out for one Mr. Langolee, — I suppose he helps acts the tricks.

Well, and what did you do all this time?

Gor, I — I liked the fun, and so I thumpt away, and hiss'd as lustily as the best of 'em. One [...]or­looking man that sat by me, seeing me stamp, and knowing I was a cute fellow, because I could make a roaring noise, clapt me on the shoulder and said, you are a d — d hearty cock, smite my timbers! I told him so I was, but I thought he need not swear so, and make use of such naughty words.

The savage! — Well, and did you see the man with his tricks?

Why I vow, as I was looking out for him, they lifted up a great green cloth, and let us look right into the next neighbour's house. Have you a good many houses in New-York made so in that 'er [...]way?

Not many: but did you see the family?

Yes, swamp it; I see'd the family.

Well, and how did you like them?

Why, I vow they were pretty much like other families; — there was a poor, good natured, curse of a husband, and a sad rantipole of a wife.

But did you see no other folks?

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Yes. There was one youngster, they called him Mr. Joseph; he talked as sober and as pious as a minister; but like some ministers that I know, he was a fly tike in his heart for all that: He was go­ing to ask a young woman to spark it with him, and — the Lord have mercy on my soul! — she was another man's wife.

The Wabash!

And did you see any more folks?

Why they came on as thick as mustard. For my part, I thought the house was haunted. There was a soldier fellow, who talked about his row de dow, dow, and courted a young woman: but of all the cute folk I saw, I liked one little fellow —

Aye! who was he?

Why, he had red hair, and a little round plump face like mine, only not altogether so handsome. His name was — Darby; — that was his baptizing name, his other name I forgot. Oh! it was, Wig — Wag — Wag-all, Darby Wag-all; — pray, do you know him? — I should like to take a sling with him, or a drap of cyder with a pepper-pod in it, to make it warm and comfortable.

I can't say I have that pleasure.

I wish you did, he is a cute fellow. But there was one thing I did'nt like in that Mr. Darby; and that was, he was afraid of some of them 'ere shoot­ing irons, such as your troopers wear on training days. Now, I'm a true born Yankee American son of liberty, and I never was afraid of a gun yet in all my life.

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Well, Mr. Jonathan, you were certainly at the play-house.

I at the play-house! — Why did'nt I see the play then?

Why the people you saw were players.

Mercy on my soul! did I see the wicked play­ers? — Mayhap that 'ere Darby that I liked so, was the old serpent himself, and had his cloven foot in his pocket. Why, I vow, now I come to think on't, the candles seemed to burn blue, and I am sure where I sat, it smelt tarnally of brimstone.

Well, Mr. Jonathan, from your account, which I confess is very accurate, you must have been at the play-house.

Why, I vow I began to smell a rat. When I came away, I went to the man for my money again: you want your money, says he; yes, says I; for what, says he; why, says I, no man shall jocky me out of my money; I paid my money to see sights, and the dogs a bit of a sight have I seen, unless you call listening to people's private business a sight. Why, says he, it is the School for Scandalization. — The School for Scandalization! — Oh! ho! no wonder you New-York folks are so cute at it, when you go to school to learn it: and so I jogged off.

My dear Jenny, my master's business drags me from you; would to heaven, I knew no other ser­vitude than to your charms.

Well, but don't go; you won't leave me so. —

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Excuse me. — Remember the cash.

Mr. Jonathan, won't you please to sit down. Mr. Jessamy tells me you wanted to have some conversation with me.

Ma'am! —

Sir! —

Ma'am! —

Pray, how do you like the city Sir?

Ma'am! —

I say Sir, how do you li [...] New-York?

Ma'am! —

The stupid creature! but I must pass some little time with him, if it is only to endeavour to learn, whether it was his master that made such an abrupt entrance into our house, and my young mistress's heart, this morning.

As you don't seem to like to talk, Mr. Jonathan — do you sing?

Gor, I — I am glad she asked that, for I forgot what Mr. Jessamy bid me say, and I dare as well be hanged as act what he bid me do, I'm so asham­ed.

Yes, Ma'am, I can sing — I can sing Mear, Old Hundred, and Bangor.

Oh! I don't mean psalm tunes. Have you no little song to please the ladies; such as Roslin Cas­tle, or the Maid of the Mill?

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Why all my tunes go to meeting tunes, save one, and I count you won't altogether like that 'ere.

What is it called?

I am sure you have heard folks talk about it, it is called Yankee Doodle.

Oh! it is the tune I am fond of; and, if I know any thing of my mistress, she would be glad to dance to it. Pray, sing?

No no, that won't do. Now, if I was with Tabi­tha Wymen and Jemima Cawley, down at father Chase's, I should'nt mind singing this all out before them — you would be affronted if I was to sing that, though that's a lucky thought; if you should be affronted, I have something dang'd cute, which Jessamy told me to say to you.

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Is that all! I assure you I like it of all things.

No, no; I can sing more, some other time, when you and I are better acquainted, I'll sing the whole of it — no, no — that's a fib — I can't sing but a hun­dred and ninety verses: our Tabitha at home can sing it all. —

I vow, my own' town song has put me into such topping spirits, that I believe I'll begin to do a little, as Jessamy says we must when we go a court­ing. —

Burning rivers! cool­ing flames! red Irot roses! pig-nuts! hasty-pud­ding and ambrosia!

What means this freedom! you insulting wretch.

Are you affronted?

Affronted! with what looks shall I express my anger?

Looks! why as to the matter of looks, you look as cross as a witch.

Have you no feeling for the delicacy of my sex?

Feeling! Gor, I — I feel the delicacy of your sex pretty smartly,

though, I vow, I thought when you city ladies courted and mar­ried, and all that, you put feeling out of the que­stion. [Page 47] But I want to know whether you are really affronted, or only pretend to be so? Cause, if you are certainly right down affronted, I am at the end of my tether; — Jessamy did'nt tell me what to say to you.

Pretend to be affronted!

Aye aye, if you only pretend, you shall hear how I'll go to work to make cherubin consequences.

Begone you brute!

That looks like mad; but I won't lose my speech. My dearest Jenny — your name is Jenny, I think? — My dearest Jenny, though I have the highest esteem for the sweet favours you have just now granted me — Gor, that's a fib though; but Jes­samy says it is not wicked to tell lies to the women.

I say, though I have the highest esteem for the favours you have just now granted me, yet, you will consider, that as soon as the dissolvable knot is tied, they will no longer be favours, but only matters of duty, and matters of course.

Marry you! you audacious monster! get out of my sight, or rather let me fly from you.

Gor! she's gone off in a swinging passion, before I had time to think of consequences. If this is the way with your city ladies, give me the twenty acres of rock, the bible, the cow, and Tabitha, and a little peaceable bundling.

SCENE II. The Mall.

It must be so, Montague! and it is not all the tribe of Mandevilles shall convince me, that a na­tion, to become great, must first become dissipated. Luxury is surely the bane of a nation: Luxury! which enervates both soul and body, by opening a thousand new sources of enjoyment, opens, also, a thousand new sources of contention and want: Lux­ury! which renders a people weak at home, and accessible to bribery, corruption, and force from abroad. When the Grecian states knew no other tools than the axe and the saw, the Grecians were a great, a free, and a happy people. The kings of Greece devoted their lives to the service of their country, and her senators knew no other superiori­ty over their fellow-citizens, than a glorious pre­eminence in danger and virtue. They exhibited to the world a noble spectacle, — a number of inde­pendent states united by a similarity of language, sentiment, manners, common interest, and com­mon consent, in one grand mutual league of pro­tection. — And, thus united, long might they have continued the cherishers of arts and sciences, the protectors of the oppressed, the scourge of tyrants, and the safe asylum of liberty: But when foreign gold, and still more pernicious, foreign luxury, had crept among them, they sapped the vitals of their virtue. The virtues of their ancestors were only found in their writings. Envy and suspicion, the vices of little minds, possessed them. The va­rious states engendered jealousies of each other; and, more unfortunately, growing jealous of their great federal council, the Amphictyons, they for­got that their common safety had existed, and would [Page 49] exist, in giving them an honourable extensive pre­rogative. The common good was lost in the pur­suit of private interest; and that people, who, by uniting, might have stood against the world in arms, by dividing, crumbled into ruin; — their name is now only known in the page of the historian, and what they once were, is all we have left to admire. Oh! that America! Oh! that my country, would in this her day, learn the things which belong to her peace!

You are Colonel MANLY, I presume?

At your service, Sir.

My name is Dimple, Sir, I have the honour to be a lodger in the same house with you, and hear­ing you were in the Mall, came hither to take the liberty of joining you.

You are very obliging, Sir.

As I understand you are a stranger here, Sir, I have taken the liberty to introduce myself to your acquaintance, as possibly I may have it in my pow­er to point out some things in this city worthy your notice.

An attention to strangers is worthy a liberal mind, and must ever be gratefully received. But to a soldier, who has no fixed abode, such atten­tions are particularly pleasing.

Sir, there is no character so respectable as that of a soldier. And, indeed, when we reflect how much we owe to those brave men who have suffer­ed so much in the service of their country, and se­cured [Page 50] to us those inestimable blessings that we how enjoy, our liberty and independence, they demand every attention which gratitude can pay. For my own part, I never meet an officer, but I embrace him as my friend, nor a private in distress, but I insensibly extend my charity to him. — I have hit the Bumkin off very tolerably.

Give me your hand, Sir! I do not proffer this hand to every body; but you steal into my heart. I hope I am as insensible to flattery as most men; but I declare, (it may be my weak side) that I ne­ver hear the name of soldier mentioned with re­spect, but I experience a thrill of pleasure, which I never feel on any other occasion.

Will you give me leave, my dear colonel, to confer an obligation on myself, by shewing you some civilities during your stay here, and giving a similar opportunity to some of my friends?

Sir, I thank you; but I believe my stay in this city will be very short.

I can introduce you to some men of excellent sense, in whose company you will esteem yourself happy; and, by way of amusement, to some fine girls, who will listen to your soft things with plea­sure.

Sir, I should be proud of the honour of being acquainted with those gentlemen; — but, as for the ladies, I don't understand you.

Why, Sir, I need not tell you, that when a young gentleman is alone with a young lady, he must say some soft things to her fair cheek — indeed the lady will expect it. To be sure, there is not much plea­sure, [Page 51] when a man of the world and a finished co­quet meet, who perfectly know each other: but how delicious is it to excite the emotions of joy, hope, expectation, and delight, in the bosom of a lovely girl, who believes every tittle of what you say to be serious.

Serious, Sir! In my opinion, the man, who, un­der pretensions of marriage, can plant thorns in the bosom of an innocent, unsuspecting girl, is more detestable than a common robber, in the same pro­portion, as private violence is more despicable than open force, and money of less value than happiness.

How he awes me by the superiority of his senti­ments.

As you say, Sir, a gentleman should be cautious how he mentions marriage.

Cautious, Sir! No person more approves of an intercourse between the sexes than I do. Female conversation softens our manners, whilst our dis­course, from the superiority of our literary ad­vantages, improves their minds. But, in our young country, where there is no such thing as gallantry, when a gentleman speaks of love to a lady, whether he mentions marriage, or not, she ought to conclude, either that he meant to insult her, or, that his intentions are the most serious and honourable. How mean, how cruel, is it, by a thousand tender assiduities, to win the affecti­ons of an amiable girl, and, though you leave her virtue unspotted, to betray her into the appearance of so many tender partialities, that every man of delicacy would suppress his inclination towards her, by supposing her heart engaged! Can any man, for the trivial gratification of his leisure-hours, affect the happiness of a whole life! His not having spoken of marriage, may add to his perfidy, but can be no excuse for his conduct.

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Sir, I admire your sentiments; — they are mine. The light observations that fell from me, were only a principle of the tongue; they came not from the heart — my practice has ever disapproved these principles.

I believe you, Sir. I should with reluctance suppose that those pernicious sentiments could find admittance into the heart of a gentleman.

I am now, Sir, going to visit a family, where, if you please, I will have the honour of introducing you. Mr. Manly's ward, Miss Letitia, is a young lady of immense fortune; and his niece, Miss Char­lotte Manly, is a young lady of great sprightliness and beauty.

That gentleman, Sir, is my uncle, and Miss Manly my sister.

The devil she is!

Miss Manly your sister, Sir? I rejoice to hear it, and feel a double pleasure in being known to you. — Plague on him! I wish he was at Boston again with all my soul.

Come, Sir, will you go?

I will follow you in a moment, Sir.

Plague on it! this is unlucky. A fighting brother is a cursed appendage to a fine girl. Egad! I just stopped in time: had he not discovered him­self, in two minutes more I should have told him how well I was with his sister. — Indeed, I cannot see the satisfaction of an intrigue, if one can't have the pleasure of communicating it to our friends.

SCENE I.
CHARLOTTE'S Apartment.

THIS is so kind, my sweet friend, to come to see me at this moment. I declare, if I were going to be married in a few days, as you are, I should scarce have found time to visit my friends.

Do you think then that there is an impropriety in it? — How should you dispose of your time?

Why, I should be shut up in my chamber; and my head would so run upon — upon — upon — the so­lemn ceremony that I was to pass through! — I de­clare it would take me above two hours merely to learn that little monosyllable — Yes. Ah! my dear, your sentimental imagination does not conceive what that little tiny word implies.

Spare me your raillery, my sweet friend; I should love your agreeable vivacity at any other time.

Why this is the very time to amuse you. You grieve me to see you look so unhappy.

Have I not reason to look so?

What new grief distresses you?

Oh! how sweet it is, when the heart it borne down with misfortune, to recline and repose on the bosom of friendship! Heaven knows, that, al­though it is improper for a young lady to praise [Page 54] a gentleman, yet I have ever concealed Mr. Dim­ple's foibles, and spoke of him as of one whose reputation I expected would be linked with mine: but his late conduct towards me, has turned my coolness into contempt. He behaves as if he meant to insult and disgust me; whilst my father, in the last conversation on the subject of our mar­riage, spoke of it as a matter which laid near his heart, and in which he would not bear contradic­tion.

This works well: oh! the generous Dimple. I'll endeavour to excite her to discharge him. [A side.] But, my dear friend, your happiness de­pends on yourself: — Why don't you discard him? Though the match has been of long standing, I would not be forced to make myself miserable: no parent in the world should oblige me to marry the man I did not like.

Oh! my dear, you never lived with your pa­rents, and do not know what influence a father's frowns have upon a daughter's heart. Besides, what have I to alledge against Mr. Dimple, to justify myself to the world? He carries himself so smoothly, that every one would impute the blame to me, and call me capricious.

And call her capricious! Did ever such an ob­jection start into the heart of woman? For my part, I wish I had fifty lovers to discard, for no other reason, than because I did not fancy them. My dear Maria you will forgive me; I know your candour and confidence in me; but I have at times, I confess, been led to suppose, that some other gentleman was the cause of your aversion to Mr. Dimple.

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No, my sweet friend, you may be assured, that though I have seen many gentlemen I could prefer to Mr. Dimple, yet I never saw one that I thought I could give my hand to, until this morning.

This morning!

Yes; — one of the strangest accidents in the world. The odious Dimple, after disgusting me with his conversation, had just left me, when a gentleman, who, it seems, boards in the same house with him, saw him coming out of our door, and the houses looking very much alike, he came into our house instead of his lodgings; nor did he discover his mistake until he got into the parlour, where I was: he then bowed so gracefully; made such a genteel apology, and looked so manly and noble! —

I see some folks, though it is so great an impro­priety, can praise a gentleman, when he happens to be the man of their fancy.

I don't know how it was, — I hope he did not think me indelicate — but I asked him, I believe, to sit down, or pointed to a chair. He sat down, and, instead of having recourse to observations upon the weather, or hackneyed criticisms upon the theatre, he entered readily into a conversation worthy a man of sense to speak, and a lady of delicacy and senti­ment to hear. He was not strictly handsome, but he spoke the language of sentiment, and his eyes looked tenderness and honour.

Oh!

you sentimental grave girls, when your hearts are once touched, beat us rattles a bar's length. And so, you are quite in love with this he-angel?

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In love with him! How can you rattle so, Char­lotte? am I not going to be miserable?

In love with a gentleman I never saw but one hour in my life, and don't know his name! — No: I only wished that the man I shall marry, may look, and talk, and act, just like him. Besides, my dear, he is a married man.

Why, that was good natured. — He told you so, I suppose, in mere charity, to prevent your falling in love with him?

He did'nt tell me so;

he looked as if he was married.

How, my dear, did he look sheepish?

I am sure he has a susceptible heart, and the la­dies of his acquaintance must be very stupid not to —

Hush! I hear some person coming.

My dear Maria, I am happy to see you. Lud! what a pity it is that you have purchased your wedding clothes.

I think so.

Why, my dear, there is the sweetest parcel of silks come over you ever saw! Nancy Brilliant has a full suit come; she sent over her measure, and it fits her to a hair; it is immensely dressy, and made for a court-hoop. I thought they said the large hoops were going out of fashion.

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Did you see the hat? — [...] a fact, that the deep laces round the border is still the fashion?

Upon my honour, Sir!

Ha! Dimple's voice! My dear, I must take leave of you. There are some things necessary to be done at our house. — Can't I go through the other room?

Ladies your most obedient.

Miss Van Rough, shall I present my brother Henry to you? Colonel Manly, Maria, — Miss Van Rough, brother.

Her brother!

Oh! my heart! The very gentleman I have been praising.

[...] same amiable girl I saw this morning!

Why, you look as if you were acquainted.

I unintentionally intruded into this lady's pre­sence this morning, for which she was so good as to promise me her forgiveness.

Oh! ho! is that the case! Have these two pen­serosos been together? — Were they Henry's eyes that looked so tenderly?

And so you pro­mised to pardon him? and could you be so good natured? — have you really forgiven him? I beg you would do it for my sake,

But, my dear, as you are in such haste, it would be cruel to detain you: I can show you the way through the other room.

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Spare me, my sprightly friend.

The lady does not, I hope, intend to deprive us of the pleasure of her company so soon.

She has only a mantua-maker who waits for her at home. But, as I am to give my opinion of the dress, I think she cannot go yet. We were talk­ing of the fashions when you came in; but I sup­pose the subject must be changed to something of more importance now. — Mr. Dimple, will you favour us with an account of the public entertain­ments?

Why, really, Miss Manly, you could not have asked me a question more mal-apropos. For my part, I must confess, that to a man who has travel­led, there is nothing that is worthy the name of amusement to be found in this city.

Except visiting the ladies.

Pardon me, Madam; that is the avocation of a man of taste. But, for amusement, I positively know of nothing that can be called so, unless you dignify with that title the hopping once a fortnight to the sound of two or three squeaking fiddles, and the clattering of the old tavern windows, or sitting to see the miserable mummers, whom you call ac­tors, murder comedy, and make a farce of tragedy.

Do you never attend the theatre, Sir?

I was tortured there once.

Pray, Mr. Dimple, was it a tragedy or a comedy?

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Faith, Madam, I cannot tell; for I sat with my back to the stage all the time, admiring a much better actress than any there; — a lady who played the fine woman to perfection; — though, by the laugh of the horrid creatures round me, I suppose it was comedy. Yet, on second thoughts, it might be some hero in a tragedy, dying so comically as to set the whole house in an uproar. — Colonel, I presume you have been in Europe?

Indeed, Sir, I was never ten leagues from the continent.

Believe me, colonel, you have an immense plea­sure to come; and when you shall have seen the brilliant exhibitions of Europe, you will learn to despise the amusements of this country as much as I do.

Therefore I do not wish to see them; for I can never esteem that knowledge valuable, which tends to give me a distaste for my native country.

Well, colonel, though you have not travelled, you have read.

I have, a little: and by it have discovered, that there is a laudable partiality, which ignorant, un­travelled men entertain for every thing that belongs to their native country. I call it laudable; — it in­jures no one; adds to their own happiness; and, when extended, becomes the noble principle of patriotism. Travelled gentlemen rise superior, in their own opinion, to this: but, if the contempt, which they contract for their country, is the most valuable acquisition of their travels, I am far from thinking that their time and money are well spent.

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What noble sentiments!

Let my brother set out from where he will in the fields of conversation, he is sure to end his tour in the temple of gravity.

Forgive me, my sister. I love my country; it has its foibles undoubtedly; — some foreigners will with pleasure remark them — but such remarks fall very ungracefully from the lips of her citizens.

You are perfectly in the right, colonel — America has her faults.

Yes, Sir; and we, her children, should blush for them in private, and endeavour, as individuals, to reform them. But, if our country has its errors in common with other countries, I am proud to say America, I mean the United States, have display­ed virtues and atchievements, which modern nati­ons may admire, but of which they have seldom set us the example.

But, brother, we must introduce you to some of our gay folks, and let you see the city, such as it is. Mr. Dimple is known to almost every family in town; — he will doubtless take a pleasure in intro­ducing you.

I shall esteem every service I can render your brother an honour.

I fear the business I am upon will take up all my time, and my family will be anxious to hear from me.

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Pray how did you leave your la­dy, Sir?

My brother is not married;

it is only an odd way he has of expressing himself. — Pray, brother, is this business, which you make your continual excuse, a secret?

No, sister: I came hither to solicit the honour­able Congress, that a number of my brave old sol­diers may be put upon the pension-list, who were, at first, not judged to be so materially wounded, as to need the public assistance. — My sister says true:

I call my late soldiers my family. — Those who were not in the field in the late glorious contest, and those who were, have their respective merits; but, I confess, my old brother-soldiers are dearer to me, than the former description. Friend­ships made in adversity are lasting; our country­men may forget us; but that is no reason why we should forget one another. But I must leave you; my time of engagement approaches.

Well, but brother, if you will go, will you please to conduct my fair friend home? You live in the same street; — I was to have gone with her my­self —

A lucky thought.

I am obliged to your sister, Sir, and was just in­tending to go.

I shall attend her with pleasure.

Now, pray don't betray me to your brother.

One word with you, brother, if you please,

You received the billet I sent you, I presume?

Hush! — Yes.

When shall I pay my respects to you?

At eight I shall be unengaged.

Did my lovely angel receive my billet?

Yes.

What hour shall I expect with impatience?

At eight I shall be at home unengaged.

Unfortunate! I have a horrid engagement of business at that hour. — Can't you finish your visit earlier, and let six be the happy hour?

You know your influence over me.

SCENE II.
VAN ROUGH'S House.

It cannot possibly be true! The son of my old friend can't have acted so unadvisedly. Seventeen thousand pounds! In bills! — Mr. Transfer must have been mistaken. He always appeared so pru­dent, and talked so well upon money-matters, and [Page 63] even assured me, that he intended to change his dress, for a suit of clothes which would not cost so much, and look more substantial, as soon as he married. No, no, no! it can't be; it cannot be. — But, however, I must look out sharp. I did not care what his principles or his actions were, so long as he minded the main chance. Seventeen thousand pounds! — If he had lost it in trade, why the best men may have ill-luck; but to game it away, as Transfer says — why, at this rate, his whole estate may go in one night, and, what is ten times worse, mine into the bargain. No, no; Mary is right. Leave women to look out in these matters; for all they look as if they did'nt know a journal from a ledger, when their interest is concerned, they know what's what; they mind the main chance as well as the best of us. — I wonder Mary did not tell me she knew of his spending his money so foolishly. Seventeen thousand pounds! Why, if my daughter was standing up to be married, I would forbid the banns, if I found it was to a man who did not mind the main chance. — Hush! I hear somebody coming. 'Tis Mary's voice: a man with her too! I shou'd'nt be surprized if this should be the other string to her bow. — Aye, aye, let them alone; women understand the main chance. — Though, i faith, I'll listen a little.

I hope you will excuse my speaking upon so im­portant a subject, so abruptly; but the moment I entered your room, you struck me as the lady whom I had long loved in imagination, and never hoped to see.

Indeed, Sir, I have been led to hear more upon this subject than I ought.

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Do you then disapprove my suit, Madam, or the abruptness of my introducing it? If the latter, my peculiar situation, being obliged to leave the city in a few days, will, I hope, be my excuse; if the former, I will retire: for I am sure I would not give a moment's inquietude to her, whom I could devote my life to please. I am not so indelicate as to seek your immediate approbation; permit me only to be near you, and by a thousand tender as­siduities, to endeavour to excite a grateful return.

I have a father, whom I would die to make hap­py — he will disapprove —

Do you think me so ungenerous, as to seek a place in your esteem without his consent? You must — you ever ought to consider that man as un­worthy of you, who seeks an interest in your heart, contrary to a father's approbation. A young lady should reflect, that the loss of a lover may be sup­plied, but nothing can compensate for the loss of a parent's affection. Yet, why do you suppose your father would disapprove? In our country, the af­fections are not sacrificed to riches, or family-ag­grandizement: — should you approve, my family is decent, and my rank honourable.

You distress me, Sir.

Then I will sincerely beg your excuse, for obtrud­ing so disagreeable a subject, and retire.

Stay, Sir! your generosity and good opinion of me, deserve a return; but why must I declare, what, for these few hours, I have scarce suffered myself to think? — I am —

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What? —

Engaged, Sir; — and, in a few days, to be mar­ried to the gentleman you saw at your sister's.

Engaged to be married! And have I been base­ly invading the rights of another? Why have you permitted this? — Is this the return for the partia­lity I declared for you?

You distress me, Sir. What would you have me say? You are too generous to wish the truth: ought I to say, that I dared not suffer myself to think of my engagement, and that I am going to give my hand without my heart? — Would you have me confess a partiality for you? If so, your triumph is compleat; and can be only more so, when days of misery, with the man I cannot love, will make me think of him whom I could prefer.

We are both unhappy; but it is your duty to obey your parent, — mine to obey my honour. Let us, therefore, both follow the path of rectitude: and of this we may be assured, that if we are not happy, we shall, at least, deserve to be so. Adieu! I dare not trust myself longer with you.

SCENE I.
DIMPLE'S Lodgings.
JESSAMY meeting JONATHAN.

WELL, Mr. Jonathan, what success with the fair?

Why, such a tarnal cross like you never saw! — You would have counted she had lived upon crab­apples and vinegar for a fortnight. But what the rattle makes you look so tarnation glum?

I was thinking, Mr. Jonathan, what could be the reason of her carrying herself so coolly to you.

Coolly do you call it? Why, I vow, she was fire-hot angry: may be, it was because I buss'd her.

No, no, Mr. Jonathan; there must be some other cause: I never yet knew a lady angry at being kissed.

Well, if it is not the young woman's bashfulness, I vow I can't conceive why she shou'd'nt like me.

May be, it is because you have not the Graces, Mr. Jonathan.

Grace! Why, does the young woman expect I must be converted before I court her?

I mean graces of person: for instance, my lord tells us, that we must cut off our nails even at top, in small segments of circles; — though you won't [Page 67] understand that — In the next place, you must re­gulate your laugh.

Maple-log seize it! don't I laugh natural?

That's the very fault, Mr. Jonathan. Besides, you absolutely misplace it. I was told by a friend of mine, that you laughed outright at the play the other night, when you ought only to have tittered.

Gor! I — what does one go to see fun for if they can't laugh?

You may laugh; — but you must laugh by rule.

Swamp it — laugh by rule! Well, I should like that tarnally.

Why you know, Mr. Jonathan, that to dance, a lady to play with her fan, or a gentleman with his cane, and all other natural motions, are regulated by art. My master has composed an immensely pretty gamut, by which any lady, or gentleman, with a few years close application, may learn to laugh as gracefully, as if they were born and bred to it.

Mercy on my soul! A gamut for laughing — just like fa, la, sol?

Yes. It comprises every possible display of jo­cularity, from an offettuoso smile to a piano titter, or full chorus fortissimo ha, ha, ha! My master em­ploys his leisure-hours in marking out the plays, like a cathedral chanting-book, that the ignorant may know where to laugh; and that pit, box, and gallery, may keep time together, and not have a snigger in one part of the house, a broad grin in [Page 68] the other, and a d — d grum look in the third. How delightful to see the audience all smile toge­ther, then look on their books, then twist their mouths into an agreeable simper, then altogether shake the house with a general ha, ha, ha! loud as a full chorus of Handel's, at an Abbey-commemo­ration.

Ha, ha, ha! that's dang'd cute, I swear.

The gentlemen you see will laugh the tenor; the ladies will play the counter-tenor; the beaux will squeak the treble; and our jolly friends in the gallery a thorough base, ho, ho, ho!

Well, can't you let me see that gamut?

Oh! yes, Mr. Jonathan; here it is.

Oh! no, this is only a titter with its varia­tions. Ah, here it is.

Now you must know, Mr. Jonathan, this is a piece written by Ben Johnson, which I have set to my master's gamut. The places where you must smile, look grave, or laugh outright▪ are marked below the line. Now look over me. — "There was a cer­tain man" — now you must smile.

Well, read it again; I warrant I'll mind my eye.

"There was a certain man, who had a sad scold­ing wife," — now you must laugh.

Tarnation! That's no laughing matter though.

"And she lay sick a-dying;" — now you must titter.

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What, snigger when the good woman's a-dy­ing! Gor, I —

Yes; the notes say you must — "And she asked her husband leave to make a will," — now you must begin to look grave; — "and her husband said" —

Ay, what did her husband say? — Something dang'd cute I reckon.

"And her husband said, you have had your will all your life time, and would you have it after you are dead too?"

Ho, ho, ho! There the old man was even with her; he was up to the notch — ha, ha, ha!

But, Mr. Jonathan, you must not laugh so. Why, you ought to have tittered piano, and you have laughed fortissimo. Look here; you see these marks, A. B. C. and so on; these are the re­ferences to the other part of the book. Let us turn to it, and you will see the directions how to manage the muscles. This

was note D you blundered at. — "You must purse the mouth into a smile, then titter, discovering the lower part of the three front upper teeth."

How! read it again.

"There was a certain man" — very well! — "who had a sad scolding wife," — why don't you laugh?

Now, that scolding wife sticks in my gizzard so pluckily, that I can't laugh for the blood and nowns of me. Let me look grave here, and I'll [Page 70] laugh your belly full, where the old creature's a­dying. —

"And she asked her husband" —

My master's bell! he's returned, I fear. — Here, Mr. Jonathan, take this gamut; and. I make no doubt but with a few years close application, you may be able to smile gracefully.

SCENE II.
CHARLOTTE'S Apartment.

What, no one at home? How unfortunate to meet the only lady my heart was ever moved by, to find her engaged to another, and confessing her partiality for me! Yet engaged to a man, who, by her intimation, and his libertine conversation with me, I fear, does not merit her. Aye! there's the sting; for, were I assured that Maria was happy, my heart is not so selfish, but that it would dilate in knowing it, even though it were with another. — But to know she is unhappy! — I must drive these thoughts from me. Charlotte has some books; and this is what I believe she calls her little library.

And will you pretend to say now, Mr. Dimple, that you propose to break with Maria? Are not the banns published? Are not the clothes purchased? Are not the friends invited? In short, is it not a done affair?

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Believe me, my dear Letitia, I would [...] marry her.

Why have you not broke with her before this, as you all along deluded me by saying you would?

Because I was in hopes she would e'er this have broke with me.

You could not expect it.

Nay, but be calm a moment; 'twas from my re­gard to you that I did not discard her.

Regard to me!

Yes; I have done every thing in my power to break with her, but the foolish girl is so fond of me, that nothing can accomplish it. Besides, how can I offer her my hand, when my heart is indisso­lubly engaged to you? —

There may be reason in this; but why so atten­tive to Miss Manly?

Attentive to Miss Manly! For heaven's sake, if you have no better opinion of my constancy, pay not so ill a compliment to my taste.

Did I not see you whisper her to-day?

Possibly I might — but something of so very trifling a nature, that I have already forgot what it was.

I believe, she has not forgot it.

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My dear creature, how can you for a moment suppose I should have any serious thoughts of that trifling, gay, flighty, coquet, that disagreeable —

My dear Miss Manly, I rejoice to see you; there is a charm in your conversation, that al­ways marks your entrance into company as fortu­nate.

Where have you been, my dear?

Why, I have been about to twenty shops, turn­ing over pretty things, and so have left twenty vi­sits unpaid. I wish you would step into the carri­age and whisk round, make my apology, and leave my cards where our friends are not at home; that you know will serve as a visit. Come, do go.

So anxious to get me out! but I'll watch you.

Oh! yes, I'll go; I want a little exer­cise. — Positively

Mr. Dimple you shall not go, why, half my visits are cake and caudle visits; it won't do, you know, for you to go — (Exit, but returns to the door in the back scene and listens.)

This attachment of your brother to Maria is fortunate.

How did you come to the knowledge of it?

I read it in their eyes.

And I had it from her mouth. It would have amused you to have seen her! She that thought it so great an impropriety to praise a gentleman, that [Page 73] she could not bring out one word in your favour, found a redundancy to praise him.

I have done every thing in my power to assist his passion there: your delicacy, my dearest girl, would be shocked at half the instances of neglect and misbehaviour.

I don't know how I should bear neglect; but Mr. Dimple must misbehave himself indeed, to forfeit my good opinion.

Your good opinion, my angel, is the pride and pleasure of my heart; and if the most respectful ten­derness for you, and an utter indifference for all your sex besides, can make me worthy of your esteem, I shall richly merit it.

All my sex besides, Mr. Dimple! — you forgot your tete a tete with Letitia.

How can you, my lovely angel, cast a thought on that insipid, wry-mouthed, ugly creature!

But her fortune may have charms?

Not to a heart like mine. The man, who has been blessed with the good opinion of my Char­lotte, must despise the allurements of fortune.

I am satisfied.

Let us think no more on the odious subject, but devote the present hour to happiness.

Can I be happy, when I see the man I prefer go­ing to be married to another?

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Have I not already satisfied my charming angel, that I can never think of marrying the puling Ma­ria. But, even if it were so, could that be any bar to our happiness; for, as the poet sings —

Come then, my charming angel! why delay our bliss? The present moment is ours; the next is in the hand of fate.

Begone, Sir! By your delusions you had almost lulled my honour asleep.

Let me lull the demon to sleep again with kisses.

Turn, villain! and defend yourself. —

Is the devil in you? are you going to murder one another?

Hold him, hold him, — I can command my pas­sion.

What the rattle ails you? Is the old one in you? Let the colonel alone, can't you? I feel chock full of fight, — do you want to kill the colonel? —

Be still, Jonathan; the gentleman does not want to hurt me.

Gor! I — I wish he did; I'd shew him Yankee [Page 75] boys play, pretty quick. — Don't you see you have frightened the young woman into the hystrikes?

Pray, some of you explain this; what has been the occasion of all this racket?

That gentleman can explain it to you; it will be a very diverting story for an intended father-in-law to hear.

How was this matter, Mr. Van Dumpling?

Sir, — upon my honour — all I know is, that I was talking to this young lady, and this gentleman broke in on us, in a very extraordinary manner.

Why, all this is nothing to the purpose: can you explain it, Miss?

I can explain it to that gentleman's confusion. Though long betrothed to your daughter,

yet allured by my fortune, it seems, (with shame do I speak it) he has privately paid his addresses to me. I was drawn-in to listen to him by his assuring me, that the match was made by his father without his consent, and that he pro­posed to break with Maria, whether he married me or not. But whatever were his intentions respect­ing your daughter, Sir, even to me he was false; for he has repeated the same story, with some cru­el reflections upon my person, to Miss Manly.

What a tarnal curse!

Nor is this all, Miss Manly. When he was with me this very morning, he made the same un­generous reflections upon the weakness of your [Page 76] mind as he has so recently done upon the defect, of my person.

What a tarnal curse and damn too!

Ha! since I have lost Letitia, I believe I had as good make it up with Maria. — Mr. Van Rough, at present I cannot enter into particulars; but, I be­lieve, I can explain every thing to your satisfacti­on in private.

There is another matter, Mr. Van Dumpling, which I would have you explain: — pray, Sir, have Messrs. Van Cash & Co. presented you those bills for acceptance?

The deuce! Has he heard of those bills! Nay, then, all's up with Maria too; but an affair of this sort can never prejudice me among the ladies; they will rather long to know what the dear crea­ture possesses to make him so agreeable.

Sir, you'll hear from me.

And you from me, Sir. —

Sir, you wear a sword. —

Yes, Sir: — This sword was presented to me by that brave Gallic hero, the Marquis DE LA FAY­ETTE. I have drawn it in the service of my country, and in private life, on the only occasion where a man is justified in drawing his sword, in defence of a lady's honour. I have fought too many bat­tles in the service of my country to dread the im­putation of cowardice. — Death from a man of ho­nour would be a glory you do not merit; you shall live to bear the insult of man, and the con­tempt [Page 77] of that sex, whose general smiles afforded you all your happiness.

You won't meet me, Sir? — Then I'll post you for a coward.

I'll venture that, Sir. — The reputation of my life does not depend upon the breath of a Mr. Dimple. I would have you to know, however, Sir, that I have a cane to chastise the insolence of a scoun­drel, and a sword and the good laws of my country, to protect me from the attempts of an assassin. —

Mighty well! Very fine, indeed! — Ladies and gentlemen, I take my leave; and you will please to observe, in the case of my deportment, the contrast between a gentleman, who has read Chesterfield and received the polish of Europe, and an unpo­lished, untravelled American.

[...] [...] indeed gone? —

I hope never to return.

I am glad I heard of those bills; though it's pla­guy unlucky; I hoped to see Mary married be­fore I died.

Will you permit a gentleman, Sir, to offer him­self as a suitor to your daughter? Though a stranger to you, he is not altogether so to her, or unknown in this city. You may find a son-in-law of more fortune, but you can never meet with one who is richer in love for her, or respect for you.

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Why, Mary, you have not let this gentleman make love to you without my leave?

I did not say, Sir —

Say, Sir! — I — the gentleman, to be sure, met me accidentally.

Ha, ha, ha! Mark me, Mary; young folks think old folks to be fools; but old folks know young folks to be fools. — Why, I knew all about this affair: — This was only a cunning way I had to bring it about. — Hark Ye! I was in the closet when you and he were at our house.

I heard that little baggage say, she loved her old father, and would die to make him happy! Oh! how I loved the little baggage! — And you talked very prudently, young man. I have inqui­red into your character, and find you to be a man of punctuality and mind the main chance. And so, as you love Mary, and Mary loves you, you shall have my consent immediately to be married. I'll settle my fortune on you, and go and live with you the remainder of my life.

Sir, I hope —

Come, come, no fine speeches; mind the main chance, young man, and you and I shall always agree.

I sincerely wish you joy;

and hope your pardon for my conduct.

I thank you for your congratulations, and hope we shall at once forget the wretch, who has given us [Page 79] so much disquiet, and the trouble, that he has occa­sioned.

And I, my dear Maria, — how shall I look up to you for forgiveness? I, who in the practice of the meanest arts, have violated the most sacred rights of friendship? I can never forgive myself, or hope charity from the world; but I confess, I have much to hope from such a brother; and I am happy that I may soon say, such a sister. —

My [...] distress me; you have all my love.

And [...]ine.

If repentance can entitle me to forgiveness, I have already much merit; for I despise the little­ness of my past conduct. I now find, that the heart of any worthy man cannot be gained by in­vidious attacks upon the rights and characters of others; — by countenancing the addresses of a thou­sand; — or that the finest assemblage of features, the greatest take in dress, the genteelest address, in the most [...] wit, cannot eventually secure a coquet to f [...]m contempt and ridicule.

And I have learned, that probity, virtue, honour, though they should not have received the polish of Europe, will secure to an honest American the good graces of his fair countrywomen, and, I hope, the applause of THE PUBLIC.