Agnes. Youth, hilarity, and the custom of the country at this feafon. We this morning fummoned these our companions, and fet out upon this excursion, in the disguises that you have feen. We met first these gallant tars, who conducted us to thefe Tilent gentlemen their officers. Lieutenant. If we have been for a few minutes filent, it has been from furprise and pleasure. Frederic. And from a defire to know if you would recollect us. Caroline. Could you doubt that? Did we not difplay to you our skill in palmistry? Frederic. Oh, difplay it once more, and take our hands! Agnes. Two words to that bargain: we have learned to deal hard fince we have been Gypfies. Sir Edward. Why, ladies and gentlemen, you seem to be very well acquainted. Juftice. Yes. Here's a kind of combination, that I think would come under the statute. Dr. Dofe. I should prefcribe them all fome cooling medicines. Lieutenant. What, my lovely Agnes, will you refuse the hand of a lover, to whom this unexpected meeting is the height of blifs? Agnes. Why, my dear Lieutenant, have I not already taken it this day? Frederic. Caroline, my lovely Caroline, let me beg of you Caroline. Oh dear! I have nothing for you: we are crocodiles of the Nile, you know; befides, if you beg, my uncle will commit you. Agnes. Or if we practise palmistry, he will fend us all to the houfe of correction. Capftan. Lieutenant and Mr. Frederic, we had our gang ready to refcue these ladies if fo be as how-but as we suppose that you mean to prefs them yourselves, we know better than to turn against our officers. Lieutenant. That would be flat mutiny, Jack. Taffrel. So it would, your honour. Lieutenant and Frederic, holding out their hands. Then thus let us seize our prizes. Agnes. Avaft! my good friends; we are not to be taken fo eafily; there are two words to that bargain, as I faid before. Sir Edward. Well, if two brave officers and two lovely women are within two words of making a bargain of this fort, it must conclude in this manner. [Joining their hands. Juftice. Yes, this feems a proper conclufion indeed. As my niece Caroline whifpers me, gentlemen, that you were their Bath acquaintance of whom we have heard so much, I rejoice in this rencounter: I know your brave and honourable fathers, fo does Sir Edward. Your characters are established, and we are not unacquainted with their merit. With respect to my nieces I fhall fay but little, only that the fhare you, had in the late glorious victory rendered thefe Gypfics loquacious in your praife; and if you had heard what I have [AGNES and CAROLINE run to each fide of the Juftice. Agnes. Hold, uncle! I fhall die with confufion. Caroline. Spare us, dear uncle, or I fhall fink into the earth with thame. Juftice. I am glad of it, you Gypfies; then you won't have the affurance to go a-mumming again? Lieutenant. Honoured with the approbation of these ladies, and fharers in the applaufe of our country, the happiness of Frederic and myfelf is complete. We fhall, as foon as our leave of abfence has expired, return with double alacrity to our duty, and endeavour, by the most arduous exertions in the fervice of our king .5 king and country, to deferve thefe fair hands which we are thus allowed to claim. Caroline. One word with you, Frederic: I am commiffioned by Cleopatra and Berenice, the Gypfies, to return these two pieces of gold: I cannot afk these brave and generous fellows to accept them, even with a large addition. Frederic. No; if you do, you will affront them, I can affure you. Capftan. Not at all, your honour. The gold of fuch enchantreffes must prove lucky. I'll take thefe pieces on board with me; and when I tell our crew of their virtues, I have no doubt but that they will increase and multiply like-but mum-fo that they will, in time, become an offering worthy the acceptance of the PATRIOTIC FUND. Agnes. May they increafe like fairy gold! Agnes. FINALE. Benevolence, our nation's boaft, Caroline. Secur'd by thee, our warlike bands Defy the battle's rage;' While widows, orphans, blefs the hands Jack Capftan. Then in praife of Great Britain let bumpers now flow, Whose fons love her friends, and ne'er turn from her foe. Tom Tafrel. May her heroes be ready to die in her caufe, And her patriots fupport her religion and laws! Both. VOL. X. Till treachery fall, and cruelty ceafe, And difcord fubfide into permanent peace. C Cherus. Chorus. Then in praise of Great Britain let bumpers now flow, Whofe fons love her friends, and ne'er turn from her foe. THE MUSICAL WIFE. CITIZEN Plum had a quarrelfome wife; Mufic was ever the caufe of their ftrife: Madam, one day, was abufing her dear, The topic, as ufual, his want of an ear. "Hold your tongue," replies Plum," for Heaven's fake do, I pr'y thee confider that I have got two." WHE THE MARRIED MUSICIAN. HEN I gaily fet out in the conjugal state, As fhe 's never in tune, though flie's always in voice. Though from urs in her conduct I own fhe is free, When When the opens her lips, like the clack of a mill, He who looks at her, ftarts, and he dreads her who hears. Hurried on by an impulfe to woe aud to need, LINES, WRITTEN BY MR. O'KEEFFE, ON THE REV. MR. CAM BRIDGE HAVING HAD A SEAT PUT UP FOR HIM IN HIS MEADOWS. A LONG this mead should fervid funbeams heat thee As walking on to Twick'nham or to Sheen, Forfake the path, and on this rude block feat theeCool is the fhade, enjoy the rural scene, And think nor couch nor throne fo fafè or fo ferene. From this calm fpot fly far all things unholy, Light Fays and guardian Sylphs affemble here; With wounded mind, though foften'd not auftere, C 2 Here, |