cause they have often been forced to turn along with it. Should the poor children lose their suit, you are not the man neither of whom I should wish them take alms.

Reiss. Oh! if matters stand so, then I will do nothing at all, for my conscience is free, thank God.

Clar. I wish you joy.

Reiss. As for the rest, it is now all in your option, whether you will promote your son's happiness through that marriage, or not. I wish you good business, Master Clarenbach.

Clar. (alone.) Hem, hem!-I do not wish it, I know well enough; but I should be sorry for Jack, if he were to lose the girl on that

account.

SCENE V.

Enter GROBMAN.

Grob. Your humble servant, Mr. Clarenbach.

Clar. Servant, Sir! What is your pleasure? Grob. My name is Grobman. I deal in iron wholesale.

Clar. Well; and

Grob. And mean to settle here.

Clar. I wish you success.

Grob. But there is an other, who wishes to

do the same,—one Benninger.

Clar. Success to him likewise!

Grob. He is for having the monopoly of the article here.

Clar. If so, I look upon him in a bad point

of view.

Grob. But it is very profitable. I have the same object in view. Your son, the deputy, patronizes Mr. Benninger. But, if you would speak in my favour to your son, I know I should succeed.

Clar. I am a carpenter.

Grob. Very right. But then you are the Deputy's father. Benninger, as I am well informed, has secretly offered your son two thousand dollars by way of present.

Clar. What?

Grob. They have agreed.

Clar. Infamous calumny!

Grob. I will give you two hundred dollars beside, if you

Clar. Set off!-for, upon my word, I will do you some mischief.

Grob. Do you want more than two hundred? Clar. Justice I want, Justice! My son shall send you to prison, unless he be as great a good for nothing as yourself.

Grob. (laughs.) For what?

Clar, Sell! sell a monopoly! take money,a bribe! My son, Jack Clarenbach, the sovereign's deputy, take money!

Grob. (laughs.) Aye, sure, for the trouble that he

Clar, I will bring an action against you.
Grob. Are you in your senses?

Clar. I will inform

Grob. So you may.

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Clar. All you have said.
Grob. Do so.

Clar. My son shall have ample satisfaction, Where is your conscience, fellow? Defame a man in office and dignity? Now, go out by that door, or I will lay both my hands on you. Grob. The man must be tipsy. (Laughs, and exit.)

Clar. Aye, you may laugh, you cursed thief, All my limbs tremble!-Some envious man, some fiend has sent him hither.-Jack would not betray his native town,

SCENE VI.

Enter FREDERICA,

Clar. It is not possible.

Fred. Only think, dear father

Clar. Curse the money! Fred. Brother Jack isClar. He has too much. Yes, yes, yes! I know, he has too much, and it is impossible that he acquired it all in a fair way; but not so neither. It may have been scraped together somewhat unfairly; but not so neither, not so neither.

Fred. What ails you, pray? What do you talk about Jack and his money?

Clar. I cannot bear it, cannot bear his money.

Fred. Only think; Ranger Gernau sends me word, that yesterday the news arrived, that my brother has been made a Privy Counsellor.

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Clar. Privy Counsellor ?-hem!—Curse that iron merchant, that

Fred, He is now the first man in this town. Clar. Take money! sell privileges! (walks up and down.) It is impossible! Father and mother are honest people; he has been sent to church and school, never saw any thing amiss in us; no, nothing amiss in all his life-time. We have worked hard day after day; never indulged ourselves with breakfast or bagging,* that he might have every requisite, that we might spend on him as much as ever we could afford. And now, he is got up so high, and is one of those that rule the country, that now he should be worse than I would suffer a 'prentice boy to be, that I employ in my yard! Oh! if that be so, Lord take him or me, for I cannot bear it, either in this world or in the next! [Exit. Fred. I do not understand a word of all this. What does he mean?

SCENE VII.

Enter GERNAU.

Gern. Good morrow, Frederica!

* Bagging, in the North of England, is the common expression for a meal taken between dinner and supper. And, as it perfectly expresses the meaning of the German vesperbrod, I thought myself authorized to adopt it here; particularly as tea, in the mouth of a character, like carpenter Clarenbach, would appear preposterous. The antiquaries of Yorkshire and Lancashire derive the word bagging from the old custom of carrying bread and cheese in a bag, in the afternoon, to the labourers in the fields; and this derivation is not altogether improbable.

Translator,

Fred. Why so ruffled? Is that your welcome, after having kept out of the way for two days together?

Gern. Things grow worse and worse, between your brother and me, every day, Fred, Why so?

Gern, He would have me do things which I neither can, must, nor will do,

SCENE VIII.

Enter CLARENBACH,

Clar. Jack a Privy Counsellor, you say?
Fred. Gernau says so,

Gern. His diploma arrived yesterday,
Clar. He has not mentioned it to me.

Fred. He will most certainly come to day,
Clar. But could he wait till to day?

Fred. Who knows but he wishes to surprise us?

Clar. He is going to be married too,
Fred. My brother?

Clar. I am told all this by strangers. Can he turn out so, because he is a greater man than I? or, perhaps, he is altogether bad,God knows!

Fred. He is so full of business.

Clar. So am I.

Fred. Those that work with the head are apt to be more absent than those that work with the hand.

Clar. But is it not a real relaxation to act according to the dictates of the heart? or have the hearts of those people nothing to do with