not quite in dish-abille. Lord Ogleby and Sir John Melvil will be here to-night.

-Do put on a

Miss Ster. To-night, ma'am? Mrs Heidel. Yes, my dear, to-night. smarter cap, and change those ordinary ruffles. -Lord, I have such a deal to do, I shall scarce have time to slip on iny Italian lutestring.- Where is this dwadle of a housekeeper?-[Enter Mrs Trusty.] Oh, here, Trusty! do you know that people of quality are expected here this evening?

Trusty. Yes, ma'am.

Mrs Heidel. Well-do you be sure now that every thing i done in the most genteelest manner-and to the honour of the family.

Trusty. Yes, ma'am.

Mrs Heidel. Well-but mind what I say to you.
Trusty. Yes, ma'am.

Mrs Heidel. His lordship is to lie in the chintz bed-chamber-d'ye hear?-and Sir John in the blue damask rovin -his lordship's valet-de-shamb in the opposite

Trusty. But Mr Lovewell is come down-and you know that's his room, ma'am.

Mrs Heidel. Well-well-Mr Lovewell may make shift -or get a bed at the George-But hark ye, Trusty'. Trusty. Ma'am?

Mrs Heidel. Get the great dining-room in order as soon as possible. Unpaper the curtains take the civers off the couch and the chains, and put the china figures on the mantlc-piece immediately.

Trusty. Yes, ma'an.

Mrs Heidel Be gone then; fly, this instant; where's my brother Sering

Trusty. Talking to the butler, ma'am.

Mrs Heidel. Very weil [Exit Trusty.] Miss FannyI protest I did not see you before-Lord, child, what is the natter with you?

Fun. With me? Nothing, ma'am.

Mrs Heidel. Bless nie! why, your face is as pale, and black, and yellow-of fifty colours, 1 protestAnd then you have diest yourself as loose and as big-1 declare there is not st ch a thing to be seen now, as a young woman with a fine waist-You all make yourselves as round as Mr De

puty

puty Barter. Go, child. You know the quality will be here by and by-Go, and make yourself a little more fit to be seen. [Exit Fanny.] She is gone away in tearsabsolutely crying, I vow and protest.-This ridiculous love; we must put a stop to it. It makes a perfect natural of the girl.

Miss Ster. Poor soul! she can't help it.

[Affectedly.

Mrs Heidel. Well, my dear; now I shall have an op portunity of convincing you of the absurdity of what you was telling me concerning Sir John Melvil's behaviour to you.

Miss Ster. Oh, it gives me no manner of uneasiness. But, indeed, ma'am, I cannot be persuaded but that Sir John is an extremely cold lover. Such distant civility', grave looks, and lukewarm professions of esteem for me and the whole family! I have heard of flames and darts, but She Jotin' is a passion of mere ice and snow.

Mrs Heidel. Oh, fie, my dear I am perfectly ashamed of you. That's so like the notions of your poor sister; what you complain cfas coldness and indifference, is nothing but the extreme gentility of his address, an exact picture of the manners of quality.

Miss Ster. Oh, he is the very mirror of complaisance; full of formal bows and set speeches !-1 declare, if there was any violent passion on my side, I should be quite jealous of him.

Mrs Heidel. I say jealous indeed-Jealous of who, pray?

Miss Sterl. My sister Fanny. She seems 2 much greater favourite than I am, and he pays her infinitely more attention, I assure you.

Mrs Heidel. Loid! d'ye think a man of fashion, as he is, can't distinguish between the genteel and the vulgar part of the family?Between you and your sister, for instance

or me and my brother?-Be advised by me, child; it is all politeness and good breeding.-Nobody knows the qua lity better than I do.

Miss Sterl. In my mind the old lord, his uncle, has ten times more gal antry about him than Sir John. He is full of attentions to the ladies, and smiles, and grins, and leers, and ogles, and fills every wrinkle in his cld wizen face with

comicul

comical expressions of tenderness. I think he would make an admirable sweet-heart.

Enter STERLING.

Sterl. [at entering.] No fish? why the pond was d agged but yesterday inorning-There's carp and tench in the boat-Pox on't, if that dg Lovewell had any thought, he wou'd have brought down a turbot, or some of the landcarriage mackarel.

Mis Heidel. Lord, brother, I am afraid his lordship and Sir John will not arrive while it s light.

Sterl. I warrant you.-But, pray, sister Heidelberg, let the turtle be drest' to-morrow, and some venison, and let the gardener cut some pine apples-and get out some ice I'll answer for wine, I warrant you -I'll give them such a glass of Champagne as they never drank in their livesno, not at a dukes table.

Mrs Heidel Pray now, brother, mind how you behave. I am always in a fright about you with people of quali y. Take care that you don t fall asleep directly after supper, as you commonly do. Take a good deal of snuff; and that will keep you awake.-and don't burst out with your horrible loud horse-laughs. It is nonstrous vulgar.

Sterl. Never fear, sister:-who have we here? Mrs Heidel. It is mons. Canton the Swish gentleman, that lives with his lordship, I vow and protest.

Enter CANTON.

Sterl. Ah, mounseer! your servant--I am very glad to

see you mounseer.

Canton. Mosh oblige to mons. Sterlingyours-matemoiselle, I am yours.

-ma'am, I am [Bowing round. Mrs Heidel. Your humble servant, Mr Canton! Cant. I kiss your hands, matam !

Sterl. Well, mounseer!-and what news of your good family when are we to see his lordship and Sir John? Cant. Mons Sterling! Milor Ogleby and Sir Jean Melvil will be here in one quarter hour.

Sterl. I am glad to hear it.

Mrs Heidel. O, I am prodigious glad to hear it. Being so late I was afraid of some accident.- -Will you please to have any thing, Mr Canton, after your journey?

Can'

Cant. No, I tank vou ma'am.

Mrs Heidel. Shall I go and shew you the apartments, sir. Cunt. You do me great honeur, ma'am.

Mrs Heidel. Come then-come, my dear! [To Miss. Sterling.]

Manet STERLING.

[Exeunt.

Sterl. Pox on't, it's almost daik—It will be too late to go round the garden this evening. However, I will carry them to take a peep at my fine canal at least, I am determined.

ACT II.

[Exit.

SCENE, an anti-chamber to lord OGLEBY's bed-chamber -Table with chocolate, und fmall cafe for medicines. Enter BRUSH, my lords valet-de-chambre, and STERLING's chamber-maid.

BRUSH.

YOU shall stay, my dear, I insist upon it.

You

Cb. Muid. Nay, pray, sir, don't be so positive; I can't stay indeed.

Brush. You shall take one cup to cur better acquaintance. Cb Maid. I seldom drinks chocolate; and if I did, one has no satisfaction, with such apprehensions about one-if my lord should wake, or the Swiss gentleman should see one, or madam Heidelberg should know of it, I should be frighted to death-besides, I have had my tea already this morning-I'm sure I hear my lord. Lin a fright.

Brush. No, no, madam, don't flutter yourself-the moment my lord wakes, he rings his bell, which I answer sooner, or later, as it suits my convenience.

Ch. Maid. But should he come upon us without ringingBrush. I'll forgive him if he does-This key [takes a pbial out of the case] locks him up till I please to let him out. Cb Maid. Law, Sir! that's a pothecary's-stuff.

Brush. It is so-but without this he can no more get out of bed, than he can read without spectacles -[sips.] What with qualis, age, rheumatism, and a few surfeits in his youth, he must have a great deal of brushing, og ling, screwing and winding up to set him a going for the day.

Ch Maid.

Cb Maid. [sips.] That's prodigious indeed-[sips.] My lord seems prodigiously in a decay.

Brush. Yes, he's quite a spectacle, (sips.) a mere corpse, til he is revived and refresh'd from our little magazine here -When the restorative pills, and cordial waters warm his stomach, and get into his head, vanity frisks in his heart, and then he sets up for the lover, the rake, and the fine gentleman.

Cb Maid. (sips.) Poor gentleman!but should the Swish gentleman come upon us. [frightened. Brush. Why then the English gentleman would be very angry-No foreigner must break in upon my privacy. (sips.) But I can assure you monsieur Canton is otherwise employ'd. He is obliged to skim the cream of half a score news-papers for my lords breakfast-ha, ha, ha. Pray, madain, drink your cup peaceably. -My lord's chocolate is remarkably good, he won't touch a drop but what comes from Italy.

Ch Maid. [sipping.] 'Tis very fine indeed!-(sips.) and charmingly perfum'd-it smells for all the world like our young ladies dressing-boxes.

Brush. You have an excellent taste, madam, and I must beg of you to accept of a few cakes for your own drinking, [Takes 'em out of a drawer in the table.] and in return, I desire nothing but to taste the perfume of your lips-[kisses ber. A small return of favours, madam, will make, I hope, this country and retirement agreeable to both. [He bows, she curtsies.] Your young ladies are fine girls, faith! (sips.) though upon my soul, I am quite of my lord's, mind about them; and were I inclin'd to matrimony, I should take the youngest. (sips.)

Ch Maid. Miss fanny's the most affablest and the most test natur'd creature!

Brush. And the eldest a little haughty or so

Cb Maid. More haughtier and prouder than Saturn himself-but this I say qui e confidential to you, for one would not hurt a young lady's marriage, you know. [sips.]

Brush. By no means, but you can't hurt it with us-we don't consider tempers-we want money, Mrs Nancygive us enough of that, we'll abate you a great deal in other particulars—ha, ha, ha.

Ch Maid. Bless me! here's somebody-(Bell rings.) — O! 'tis