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is laid, and Bridgemore's visit is the signal above stairs–Our card was from lady Carofor springing it.
line; I suppose she is not from home, as well Dr. D. Pridgemore's! How so?
as her brother. Lord A. Why, 'tis with bim she lives; what Dr. D. Who waits there? show the ladies
пр. else could make it difficult, and what but dif- Bridge. Ay, ay,, go up, and show your ficully could make me pursue it? They pru- cloaths, I'll chat with doctor Druid here below. dently enough would have concealed her from [Exeunt Ladies.], I love to talk with men me; for who can think of any other, when that know the world: they tell me, sir, you've miss Aubrey is in sight?-But' bark! they're travelled it all over. come; I must escape-Now, love and fortune Dr. D. Into a pretty many parts of it. stand my friends!
Erit Bridge. Well, and what say you, sir? you're Dr. D. Pless us, what hastes and hurries glad to be at home; nothing I warrant like be is in! and all for some young hussy-Ab! Old England. Ah! what's France, and Spain, he'll never have a proper relish for the vener- and Burgundy, and Flanders! no, old #ngable antique: I never shall bring down his land for my money; 'tis worth all the world mercury to touch the proper freezing point, besides. which ihat of a true virtuoso ought to stand Dr. D. Your pelly says as much; 'twill fill at: sometimes, indeed, he will contemplate a the pot, but starve the prain; 'tis full of corn, beautiful statue, as if it was a ooman; I never and sheep, and villages, and people: England, could persuade him to look upon a beautiful to the rest of the oorld, is like a flower-garden ooman, as if she was a statue.
to a forest.
Bridge. Well, but the people, sir; what Enter BridgeMORE, Mrs. BRIDGEMORE, and say you to the people? LUCINDA.
Dr. D. Nothing: I never meddle with the Bridge. Doctor, I kiss your hands; I kiss human species; man, living man, is no obyour hands, good doctor.--How these nobles ject of my curiosity; nor ooman neither; at live! Zooks, what a swinging chamber! least, Mr. Pridgemore, till she shall be made
Mrs. B. Why, Mr. Bridgemore, sure you a mummies of. think yourself in Leathersellers’-ball
Bridge. I understand you; you speak in Luc. Pray recollect yourself, papa; indeed the way of trade; money's your objeci. this is not Fishstreet-hill.
Dr. D. Money and trade! I scorn 'em Bridge. I wish it was: I'd soon unhouse both; the beaten track of commerce I disdain: this trumpery: I'd soon furnish it with better I've traced the Oxus, and the Po; traversed goods: why this profusion, child, will turn the Riphæan Mountains, and
inmost Tesarts Kalmuc 'Tartary --- follow Mrs. B. Law, how you stand and stare at trade indeed! no; I've followed the ravages things; stopping in the ball to count the ser- of Kouli Chan with rapturous delight: chere vants, gaping at the lustre there, as if you'd is the land of wonders; finely depopulated; swallow it.— I suppose our daughter, when gloriously laid waste; fields withoui a boof to she's a woman of quality, will behave as other tread 'em; fruits without a hand to gather'em; women of quality do.--- Lucinda, this is doctor with such a catalogue of pats, peetles, serDruid, lord Abberville's travelling tutor, a pents, scorpions, caterpillars, toads-oh! 'tis gentleman of very ancient family in North a recreating contemplation, to a philosophic Wales.
mind! Luc. So it should seem, if he's the repre- Bridge. Out on 'em, filthy vermin, I hope sentative of it.
you left 'em where you found 'em. Dr. D. Without flattery, Mrs. Bridgemore, Dr. D. No, to my honour be it spoken, I miss has very much the behaviours of an oo- have imported above fifty different sorts of man of quality already.
mortal poisons into my native country. Mrs. B. Come, sir, we'll join the company, Bridge. Lack--day, there's people enough lord Abberville will think us late.
at home can poison their native country. Dr. D. Yes truly, he's impatient for our coming; but you shall find him not at home.
Enter Mrs. BRIDGE MORE and Lucinda.
your visit altruly.
ready? Dr. D. Why, 'twas some plaguy business Mrs. B. \Ve've made our courtesies and took him out; but we'll dispatch' it out of come away: band, and wait upon you quickly.
Dr. D. Marry, the fates and the fortunes Bridge. Well, business, business must be forbid that
lord comes done.
back. Mrs. B. I thought my lord had been a man Luc. Why not? if my lord treats me alof fashion, not of business.
ready with the freedom of a husband, shouldn't Luc. And so he is; a man of the first fa- I begin to practice the indifference of a wife? shion; you cannot have a fresher sample: the
Ereunt. worst gallant in nature is your macaroni; Dr. D. Well, but the supper, Mr. Pridgewith the airs of a coquette you meet the more; you a citizen, and leave the supper? manners of a clown: fear keeps him in some Bridge. Your fifty mortal poisons have giawe before the men, but not one spark of ven me my supper: scorpions, and bats, and passion has he at heart, to remind him of toads-come, let's be gone.
[Exit. ihe ladies.
Dr. D. Would they were in your pelly! Mrs.B. Well, we must make our courtesy
SCENE II.-An Apartment in Bridgemore's never be taken as flattery hy another: in short, House.
my lord, I must entreat you to let the ser
vants show you to some litter apartment. I Enter Miss AUBREY and Tyrrel, and a am here in a very particular situation, and Maid-servant with Lighls.
have the strongest reasons for what I request. Aug. Ilow I am watch'd in this bouse you Lord A. I guess your reasons, but cannot well know, Mr. Tyrrel; therefore you must admit them. I love you, madam; let that denot stay: what you have done and suffer'd claration be my excuse. for my sake I never can forget; and 'tis with Aug. Nay, now your frolic has the air of joy I see you now, at las surmount your insult, and I insist upon your leaving me. difficulties by the recorery of lord Courtland: [.A rapping is heard at the Door. may your life never be again exposed on my Luc. [From without] Who's within there?
Aug. Tark, bark, miss Bridgemore, as I Tyr. I glory in proclecting you: when he, live.-Come in. or any other rake, repeats the like offence, í Luc. Come in! why you have lock'd the shall repeat the like correction. I am
now door. going to my uncle Mortimer, who does not Aug. Lock'd! is it lock'd ?– for shame, for know that I am in town. Life is not life shame! thus am I sacrific'd to your ungenewithout thee; never will I quit his feet; till I rous designs :-she must come in. have obtained bis voice for our alliance. Lord A. Stay, stay; she must not find me
Aug. Alas! What hope of that from Mr. bere; there's one retreat; your chamber; lock Mortimer, whose rugged nature knows no me in there: I may still escape. happiness itself, nor feels complacency in that Luc. [From without] What are you about, of others ?
miss Aubrey ? Let me in. Tyr. When you know Mr. Mortimer, you'll Aug. Where shall I turn myself? You're find how totally the world mistakes him. Fare- ruined all: if you're discovered,' I shall never well, my dear Augusta; back'd with thy gain belief. virtuous wishes, how can I fail to prosper? Lord A. Be advised tben: we have only [He goes out, and she enters an inner this chance lest. [Goes to the Bed-room Door.
Apartment. The Maid-servant imme- Luc. Miss Aubrey, if you don't let me in
diately introduces Lord Abberoille. immediately, I shall call up mamma; so pray Sero. All's sale; follow me, my lord; she unlock the door. is in her bed-chamber.
Aug. I scarce know what I do. [After lockLord A. Where; where?
ing Lord Abberville in, opens the outward Sere. There; where you see the light through Door] There, madam, you're obeyed. the glass-door. If I thought you had
any Luc. Why, surely, you affect extraordinary wicked designs in your head, I wouldn't have privacy. It seems you're had your Tyrrel in brought you here for the world; I should be our absence. unurder'd if the family were to know it: for Aug. Yes, Mr. Tyrrel has been here. pity's sake, my lord, never betray me.
Luc. Humph! you're in mighty spirils. Lord A. Go, get you gone; never talk of Aug. No, madam; my poor spirits suit my treason, my thoughts are full of love. [The poor condition: you, I hope, are rich in every Maid-seroant goes out} First I'll secure the sense. door: 'Twili not be amiss to bar this retreat. Luc. She's happy I can see, though she [Locks the Door, and advances to the Glass- attempts to hide it! I can't bear her. [ Aside] door] dy, there she is! – Ilow.pensive is - Pray, miss Aubrey, what are your designs That posture!-Niusing on her condition; which, - 10 ruin this young man? in truth, is melancholy enough: an humble Aug. Madam! cousin to a vulgar tyrant.—'Sdeath, she can- Luc. Can you now in your heart suppose not choose but jump at my proposals.-See, that Mortimer will let his nephew marry you? she weeps. - I'm glad on't-Grief disposes to Depend upon't (I tell you as your friend) as compliance -'Tis the very moment to assail soon as that old cynic hears of it (which I lier.
bave taken care he sball), your hopes are [She comes to the Door, with the Candle crushed at once.
in her Hand; seeing Lord Abberoille, Aug. When were they otherwise? starts.
Luc. I don't know what to make of herAug. Who's there; who's at the door? she seems confus'd-her eyes wander strapAh!
gely: watching the bed-room door-what is Lord A. Ilush, hush; your screams will it she looks at? rouse the house. ---'Tis I, miss Aubrey — 'tis Aug. Where are you going? lord Abberville-- Give me your hand-Nay, Luc. Going! Nay, no where-she's alarmbe composed.-Let me set down the candic: ed-miss Aubrey, I have a foolish notion in
my head, that Mr. Tyrrel's in this house. Aug. Safe, my lord! Yes, I'm safe; but Aug. No, on my word- shall I light you you are mistaken; miss Bridgemore's not at to your room? home; or, if she was, this is no place to Luc. So ready!-No; your own will serve : meet her in.
I can adjust my head-dress at your glassLord A. I'm glad of that; bless'd in miss Hey-day; all's fast-you're locked the door-Aubrey's company,
I wish no interruption Aug. Have I, indeed ? from miss Bridgemore.
Luc: Yes, have you, madam; and if my Aug. I should be loath to think so; an suspicion's true, your lover's in it-opra il arowal of baseness to one woman, should! Aug. I beg to be excused.
you are safe.
Luc. Oh! are you caught at last? Admit me.
Scene I.-A Library in MORTIMER's House, Luc. Ridiculous! l'ií raise the house-let
MORTIMER alone. me come to the bell.
Mort. So! so! another day; another twelve Aug. Hold! hold! you don't know what hours round of folly and extravagance: 'pshaw! you do: for your own sake desist: to save I am sick on't. What is it our men of geyour own confusion, more than mine, desist, nius are about? Jarring and jangling with and seek no further.
each other, while a vast army of vices overLuc. No, madam; if I spare you, may, the runs the whole country at discretion. shame that waits for you fall on my head. Aug. At your own peril be it then! Look
Enter JARVIS. there. [Opens and discovers Lord Abbervillc. Now, Jarvis, what's your news?
Luc. Astonishing! Lord Abberville! This is Jar. My morning budget, sir, a breakfast indeed extraordinary; this, of all frolics mo- of good deeds; the offerings of a full heart, dern wit and gallantry, have given birth to, and the return of an emply purse. There, is in the newest and the boldest style. sir, 've done your errand; and wish here
Lord A. Upon my life, miss. Bridgemore, after you could find another agent for your my visit has been entirely innocent.
charities. Luc. Ob, yes! I give you perfect credit for Mort. Why so, Charles? your innocence; the hour, the place, your Jar. Because the task grows heavy; besides, lordship's character, the lady's composure, all I'm old and foolish, and the sight is too afare innocence itself. Can't you affect a little fecting. surprise, ma'am, at finding a gentleman in Mort. Why doesn't do like me, then ? your bed-room, though you placed him there Sheath a soft heart in a rough case, 'twill yourself? So excellent an actress might pre-wear the longer; veneer thyself, good Jarvis, tend a fit on the occasion: Oh, you have not as thy master does, and keep á marble outbalf your part;
side to the world. Who dreams that I am Lord A. Indeed, miss Bridgemore, you look the lewd fool of pity, and thou my pander, upon this in too serious a light.
Jarvis, my provider ? You found out the poor Luc. No: be assured I'm charmed with your fellow then, the half-pay officer I met last address; you are a perfect fashionable lover: Sundayso agreeable to invite us to your house, so Jar. With difficulty; for he obtruded not well-bred to be from home, and so consider- his sorrows on the world; but in despair had ate to visit poor miss Aubrey, in our ab- crept into a corner, and, with his wretched sence: altogether, I am puzzled which to family about him, was patiently expiring. prefer, your wit, politeness, or your borour. Mört. Pr’ythee, no more on't: you sar'd
Aug. Miss Bridgemore, 'tis in vain to urge him; you reliev'd' him; no matter how; you my innocence to you; heaven and my own made a fellow-creature happy, that's enough. heart acquit me; I must endure the censure Jar. I did, sir; but bis story's so affecting of the world.
Mort. Keep it to thyself, old man, then; Luc. O madam, with lord Abberville's pro- why must my heart be wrung?. I too am one tection you may set that at nought: to him of nature's spoilt children, and hav'n't yet left I recommend you: your company in this off the tricks of the nursery. house will not be
welcome. TE.rit. Lord A. [To her, as she goes nui] Then,
Enter Servant. madam, she shall come to mine; my house, Serv. Sir, Mr. Tyrrel's come to town, and my arms are open to receive her. – Fear begs to see you. nothing, set her at defiance; resign yourself Mort. Let him come in. to my protection; you shall face your tyrant, outface her, shine above her, put her down in
Enter TYRREL. splendour as in beauty; be no more the servile So, rephew, what brings you to town? I thing her cruelty has made you; but be the thought you was a prisoner in the country. life, the leader of each public pleasure, the envy of Tyr. I was; but now my lord Courtland all womankind, the mistress of my happiness, has obtained his liberty, no reason holds why
Aug. And murderer of my own." "No, no, I should not recover mine. my lord, I'll perish first: the last surviving Mort. Well, sir, how have
fillid orphan of a noble house, I'll not digrace it: your time? In practising fresh thrusts, or refrom these mean, unfeeling people, who to penting of that which is past? You've drawn the bounty, of my ancestors owe all they your sword to satisfy one man, now think of have, I shall expect no mercy; but you, whom satisfying the rest of mankind. even pride might teach some virtue, you to Tyr. You know my story, sir: I drew my tempt me, you with unmanly cunning to se- sword in the defence of innocence; to punish duce distress yourself created, sinks you deep- and repel the libertine attempts of an ennoer in contempt than heaven sinks me in po- bled ruffian; every man of honour would have verty and shame.
[Exit. done the same. Lord A. A very unpromising campaign truly; Mort. Yes, honour: you young men one lady lost, and the other in no way of subtle arguers; the cloak of honour covers being gained. Well, I'll return to my com- all your faults, as that of passion all your Pany; there is this merit however in gaming, follies. i hat' it makes all losses appear trivial but its Tyr. Honour is what mankind have made
(Exit. lit; and as we hold our lives upon tbese terms
with our lives it behoves us to defend them. Cotin. Ah, maister Mortimer, it makes my
Mort. You have made it reason then it heart drop blude to think how much gude seems; make it religion too, and put it out counsel I ha' cast away upon my laird; i'faith of fashion with the world at once : of this be I hanua' stinted him oʻthat; I gee'd him rules sure, I would sooner cast my guineas in the and maxims of gude husbandry in plenty, but
than give 'em to a duellist. But come, aw in vain, the dice ha' deafen'd him. Frank, you are one from prejudice, nol prin- Mort. Yes, and destroyed; bis head, heart, ciple: therefore we'll talk no more on't. Where happiness are gone to ruin; the least a gameare you lodged ?
ster loses is his money, Tyr. At the hotel hard by.
Colin. Ecod and that's no trifle in this case: Mort. Then move your baggage hither, and last night's performances made no small hole keep house with me: you and I, nephew, in that. bave such opposite pursuits that we can never Mort. Whence learn you that? justle; besides, they tell me you're in love; Colin. From little Naphthali of St. Mary 't will make a good companion of you; you Axe; when a man borrows money of a Jew, shall rail at sex, while I'm employed 'tis a presumption no Christian can be found with t'other, and thus we may both gratify to lend him any. our spleen at once.
Mort. Is your lord driven to such wretched Tyr. O, sir, unless you can consent to hear shifts? the praises of my lovely girl, from hour to Colin. Hoot! know you not that every lohour, in endless repetition, never suffer me sing gamester has his Jew? He is your only within your doors.
doctor in a desperate case; when the reguMort. Thy girl, Frank, is every thing but lars have brought you to death's door, ibe rich, and that's a main blank in the catalogue quack is invited to usher you
in. of a lady's perfections.
Mort. Your Jew, Colin, in the present case, Tyr. Fill it up then, dear uncle; a word favours more of the lawyer than the doctor: of your's' will do it.
for I take it he makes you sign and seal as Mort. True, boy, a word will do it; but long as you have effects. 'tis a long word; 'tis a lasting one; it should Colin. You've hit the nail o'the hede; my be, therefore, a deliberate one; but let me see laird will sign to any thing; there's bonds, your girl; I'm a sour fellow; so the world and blanks, and bargains, and promissory nothinks of me; but it is against the proud, the tes, and a damu'd sight of rogueries, depend rich I war: poverty may be a misfortune to on't. Ecod he had a bundle for his breakfast, miss Aubrey; it would be hard to make it an as big as little Naphtali could carry; I would objection.
it had braken his bock?); and yet he is na' Tyr. . How generous is that sentiment!- half the knare of yon fat fellow upon FishLet me have your consent for my endeavours street-bill. at obtaining her's, and I shall be most happy. Mort. Bridgemore, you mean.
Mort. About it then; my part is soon made Colin. Ay, ay, he's at the bottom of the ready; yours is the task : you are to find out plot; this little Hebrew's only bis jackall. happiness in marriage; I'm only to provide Morh I comprehend you: Bridgemore, unyou with a fortune. [E.rit Tyrrel] 'Well, der cover of this Jew, has been playing the Frank, I suspected thou hadst more courage, usurer with lord Abberville, and means to than wit, when I heard of thy engaging in a pay his daughter's portion in parchment; this duel; now thou art for encountring a wise, must be prevented. I am convinc'd of it. A wife! 'sdeath, sure Colin. You may spare your pains for that; some planetary madness reigns amongst our the match is off. wives; the dog-star never sets, and the moon's Mort. Hey-day, friend Colin, what has put boras are fallen on our heads.
Colin. ''Troth, maister Mortimer, I canna' Enter Colin MacLeod.
satisfy you on that hede; but yesternight the Colin. The gude time o'day to you, gude job was done; methought the business never maister Mortimer.
bad a kindly aspect from the first. Mort. Well, Colin, what's the news at your Mort. Well, as my lord has got rid of house?
miss, I think he may very well spare ber Colin. Nay, no great spell?) of news, gude forlune. faith; aw 2) things with us gang on after the Colin. Odzooks, but that's no reason be auld sort. I'm weary of my life amongst 'em; should lose bis own. the murrain take 'em all, sike?) a family of Mort. That, Colin, may be past my power freebooters, maister Mortimer; an I speak a to hinder; yet even that shall be attempted: word to 'em, or preach up a little needsul find out the Jew that Bridgemore has emeconomy, hoot! the whole clan is up in arms. ployed, and bring him bither, if you can. I may speak it in your ear, an the 'de'il him- Colin. Let me alone for that; there never sell was to turn housekeeper, he could na' was a Jew since Samson's time that Colin pitch upon a fitter set; feilows of all trades, could na' deal with; an be hangs bock, and countries, and occupations; a ragamuffin crew; will na' follow kindly, troth, I'll lug him to the very refuse of the mob, that canna' count you by the ears; ay, will I, and his maister past twa generations without a gibbet in their ihe fai fellow into the bargain. scutcheon.
Mort. No, no, leave me to deal with BridgeMort. Ay, Colin,, things are miserably more; rll scare away that cormorant; if the chang'd since your old master died. son of my noble friend will be undone, it ne1) Quantits.
1) Broke his back.
ver shall be said he fell without an effort on Dr. D. Coot truth, Mr. Pridgemore, 'tis my part to save him,
[Exit. hard to say which collection is the most barmColin. By heaven, you speak that like a less of the two. noble gentleman. Ab, maisier Mortimer, in England, he that wants money, wants. every
Enter Mrs. BRIDGEMORE. thing; in Scotland, now, few have it, but Mrs. B. I'm out of patience with you, Mr. every one can do without it.
[Exit. Bridgemore, to see you stir no brisker in this bu
siness; with such a storm about your ears, Scene II.-An Apartment in BRIDGEMORE's you stand as idle as a Dutch sailor in a House.
trade-wind. Enter BRIDGEMORE and DR. DRUID,
Bridge. Truly, love, till you come in, I
heard nothing of the storm. Bridge. But what is all this to me, doctor? Mrs.B. Recollect the misadventure of last while I have a good house over my head, pight; the wickedness of that strumpet you what care I if the pyramids of Egypt were have harboured in your house; that viper, sunk into the earth ?" London, thank heaven, which would never have had strength to sting, will serve my turn.
hadn't you warm'd it in your bosom. Dr. D. Ay, ay, look ye, I never said it Dr. D. Faith and truth now, I havn't heard wasn't coot enough for them that live in it better reasoning from an ooman this many a
Bridge. Good enough! Why what is like day ; you shali know Mr. Pridgemore, the it? Where can you live so well.
viperous species love warmth ; their sting, Dr. D. No where, coot truth, 'tis all cooks - look ye, is then more venomous; but draw shops and putchers'-sharnbles; your very streets their teeth, and they are harmless reptiles ; have savoury names; your Poultry, your Pye- the conjurers in Persia play a thousand fancorner, and Pudding-lane, your 'Bacon-alles, cies and fagaries with 'em. and Fishstreet-hill here; o'my oord, the map Bridge. But I'm no Persian, doctor. of London would furnish out an admirable Mrs. B. No, nor conjurer neither; you would pill of fare for a lord mayor's dinner, not else have been the dupe thus of a paltry
Bridge. Well, doctor, I'm contented with girl. Fishstreet-bill; you may go seek for lodgings Dr. D. A girl, indeed! why all the Euroyonder in the ruins of Palmyra.
pean world are made the dupes of girls: the Dr. D. Ruins indeed! what are all your Asiatics are more wise; saving your presence new buildings, up and down yonder, but now, I've seen a Turkish pacha or a Tartar ruins ? Improve your town a little further, chan rule threescore, ay, three hundred wives, and you'll "drive every man of sense out of with infinite more ease and quiet, than you · it; pless us, and save us, by-and-by not a can manage one, monument of antiquity will be left standing Mrs. B. Manage your butterflies, your hats, from London-slone to Westminster-hall. and beetles, and leave the government of wi
Bridge. And if the commissioners of paving ves to those who have 'em: we stand on would mend the streets with one, and pre- British ground as well as our husbands; magna sent t'other as a nuisance, bone-sellers and charta is big enough for us both; our bill of lawyers would be the only people to complain. divorce is a full match for their bill of rights
Dr. D. Down with 'em then at once, down at any time: we have our commons, doctor, with every thing noble, and venerable, and as well as the men; and I believe our priviancient amongst you; turn the Tower of Lon-leges are as well managed bere at St. Paul's, don into a Pantheon, make a new Adelphi of as theirs are yonder at St. Stephen's. the Saroy, and bid adieu to all ages
Dr. D. Your privileges, Mrs. Pridgemore, own; you will then be no more in the way are not to be disputed by any in this compaof deriving dignity from you progenitors, than ny; and, if miss is as well instructed in her's, you are of transmitting it to your posterity. I wish my lord Abberville joy of his release; Bridge. Well, doctor, well, leave me my that's all.
[Exit. opinion and keep your own; you've a ration for rust and cobwebs; I am for brush
Enter LUCINDA. ing them off wherever I meet them: we are Luc. What did the fellow say? Who senl, for furnishing our shops and warehouses with that old mummy bither? good profitable commodities; you are for Bridge. He came upon a qualifying messtoring 'em with all the monsters of the crea- sage from lord Abberville, as I believe; but tion: 'I much doubt if we could serve you 'tis such an extravagant old blade?), he got with a dried rattlesnake, or a stuft alligator, amongst the pyramids of Egypt, before he in all the purlieus of Fishstreet-hill.
could well bring it out. Dr. D. A stuft alligator! A stuft alderman Mrs. B. I would he was there, and his puwould be sooner bad.
pil with him; don't you see what a condiBridge. May be so; and let me tell you tion our poor girl is thrown into ? an antiquarian is as much to seek in the city Luc. I'into a condition! No; they shall of London, as an alderman would be in the never have to say they threw me into a conruins of Herculaneum ; every man alter his dition. I may be angry, but I scorn to own own way, that's my maxim: you are for the I'm disappointed. paltry ore; I am for the pure gold; I dare Bridge. That's right, child; sure there are be sworn now, you are as much at home more men in the world besides lord Abberville. amongst the snakes and serpents at Don Sal- Luc. Law, papa! your ideas are so gross, tero's, as I am with the Jews and jobbers at as if I card for any of the sex, if he hadn't Jonathan's.