Blest was the time Waltz chose for her début :

The court, the Regent, like herself were new;

New face for friends, for foes some new rewards;

New ornaments for black and royal guards; New laws to hang the rogues that roar'd for bread;

New coins (most new) to follow those that fled;

New victories nor can we prize them less, Though Jenky wonders at his own success; New wars, because the old succeed so well That most survivors envy those who fell; New mistresses no, old and yet 't is true,

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Ink. I'm sorry to hear this! for friendship, you know

Our poor friend! - but I thought it would terminate so.

Our friendship is such, I'll read nothing to shock it.

You don't happen to have the Review in your pocket?

Tra. No; I left a round dozen of authors and others

(Very sorry, no doubt, since the cause is a brother's)

All scrambling and jostling, like so many imps,

And on fire with impatience to get the next glimpse.

Ink. Let us join them.

Tra. What, won't you return to the

You wed with Miss Lilac ! 't would be your perdition:

She's a poet, a chymist, a mathematician. Tra. I say she's an angel.

Ink.

Say rather an angle. If you and she marry, you'll certainly

wrangle.

I say she's a Blue, man, as blue as the

Ink. Humph! I can't say I know any happy alliance

Which has lately sprung up from a wedlock with science.

She's so learned in all things, and fond of concerning

Herself in all matters connected with learning,

That-
Tra. What?

Ink.

I perhaps may as well hold

my tongue;

But there's five hundred people can tell you you're wrong.

Tra. You forget Lady Lilac 's as rich as a Jew.

Ink. Is it miss or the cash of mamma

you pursue?

Tra. Why, Jack, I'll be frank with you something of both. The girl's a fine girl.

Ink.

And you feel nothing loth To her good lady-mother's reversion; and yet

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Her life is as good as your own, I will bet. Tra. Let her live, and as long as she likes; I demand

Nothing more than the heart of her daughter and hand.

Enter LADY BLUEBOTTLE, MISS LILAC, LADY BLUEMOUNT, MR. BOTHERBY, INKEL, TRACY, MISS MAZARINE, and others, with SCAMP the Lecturer, etc., etc.

Lady Blueb. Ah! Sir Richard, good morning; I've brought you some friends. Sir Rich. (bows, and afterwards aside). If friends, they 're the first. Lady Blueb. But the luncheon attends. pray ye be seated, 'sans cérémonie.' Mr. Scamp, you're fatigued; take your [They all sit.

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chair there, next me.

Sir Rich. (aside). If he does, his fatigue is

to come.