Mog. Have you got it?

M'Gil. Yes. What, my daughter! Oh, oh! [Aside.
Mog. [Softly.] I thought I heard my father.
M'Gil. [In an under-tone.] So did I.
Mog. Do you think he's got up?
M'Gil. No; but he's getting up.
Mog. Now you'll catch me?

M'Gil. [Aside.] Yes, I'll catch you—you jade!
Mog. Now for it.

M'Gil. [Aside.] The devil! she won't jump out of the window !

[Rises.

Mog. Now, my fine fellow, here goes

M'Gil. Oh, Lord! My child will break her bones. [Aside.] Stop! can't you come out at the street-door? it's open.

Mog. Psha! why didn't you tell me so before? Upon my word, I don't like such jokes.

[She retires from window and goes down. M'Gil. [Aside.] Nor I, upon my soul. [Shelty, without, R., sings.] If I could carry on her mistake, I may find out who her seducer is-I think it's scarce light enough for her to know me now.

Enter SHELTY, singing, R.

She. If Sandy and Jenny are to be married to-day, it's time to rouse the boys and girls.

M'Gil. I think I know that voice. Oh! this is her fine fellow, I suppose.

[Aside.-The stage becomes gradually lighter. Enter MOGGY from the House, L. S. E.-CHARLEY steals in. Mog. Come, now I'm for you, my dilding! [Takes M'Gilpin under the arm. M'Gil. And I'm for you, my dolding! [In his own voice, laying hold of her.-Moggy screams.] And pray, my dear, where were you going so early? Eh!

Mog. Going! Sir,-I-I-was going

M'Gil. I know you was going, sir; but where, sir?
Mog. (L. C.) To-to-church, sir.
M'Gil. Jump out of the window to go to church!

Enter CHARLEY from the House, L. S. E., half undressed, and pretending to be scarcely awake.

Cha. Aw! aw!-What's the matter here? Aw!

[Yawning.

M'Gil. Where have you been, sirrah? Cha. Sir-I-I was-aw-aw-fast asleep! M'Gil. You stupid.—Where's Jenny ? Cha. Sir-she's-aw-aw-fast asleep! M'Gil. (R. c.) You lazy lubber! snoring in bed, and robbers and ravishers running away with my daughter! [To Shelty.] Sirrah,—what do you want with my daughter?

She. (R.) I!

[Looking simple.

Cha. (L.) Eh! Shelty?-Moggy!-Oh, oh! [Looking at them.] Well, hang me if I didn't long suspect this. [Aside, to Moggy.] Turn it upon him, and we are safe. Mog. [Crosses to Shelty.] Go, my dear Shelty. She. (R.) Eh!

Mog. Don't attempt to seduce my innocence any more? She. I-seduce!

Mog. Your wanting me to jump out of the window to you

She. I-jump!

M'Gil. To make a girl perhaps break her bones !
Mog. Ay, my poor little bones! you cruel lad!
She. Why, is the devil in you all?

M'Gil. Don't name the devil, you profligate! You're as wicked as the witch your grandmother, and the smuggling thief your father!

She. My granny was an innocent old woman, and so is my daddy.

M'Gil. Charley, I commit her to your care.

Mog. Oh, cruel father! [Charley takes hold of her. M'Gil. Take her, Charley! You marry, you jade! you shan't be even present at a wedding-I'll have Sandy's and Jenny's celebrated to-day; and, oh, not a peep at it-up to your malepardis-go!

Cha. Come, miss; [Apart, to Moggy] I'll take care you don't marry anybody-but myself.

[Charley takes Moggy into the house, L. S. E. M'Gil. That's right, Charley! [Follows them. She. [Solus-looking out.] As well as I can distinguish, yonder seems a boat put off from that ship that cou'dn't get in last night-I may pick up customers among the passengers; they can't come to a neater house than mine. Every body says, ha, ha, ha' that Shelty's a queer fellow; I believe I am-but I don't know how-I get on-I do-I will!

There's a maiden in a corner,

Round and sound, and plump and fat;
She and I drink tea together,
But no matter, sir, for that.
With my fal, lal, &c.

If this maiden be with bairn,
As I do suppose she be,
Like good pappy I must learn
To dandle Jacky on my knee.
With my fal, lal, &c.

[Exit, R.

Enter M'GILPIN and CHARLEY, from house, L. S. E.

M'Gil. Oh, my daughter is a most degenerate girl! Well, you've locked her up?

Cha. Yes, Sir.

[Shows a key.

M'Gil. Keep ber from Shelty.
Cha. I'll keep her from Shelty, don't fear, sir.

M'Gil. My good boy, how much I'm obliged to you— how shall I reward you?

Cha. I shall want cash for our frolic-a choice opportunity to coax him out of a little.

[Aside.

M'Gil. Only let me know what I should do for you. Cha. Why, sir, last Christmas you promised me a Christmas-box; now didn't you?

M'Gil. I did so, my faithful Charley; keep but a strict watch upon Moggy, and-maybe you have thoughts of some little blossom yourself: only let me know the girl that can make you happy, and you shall have her by my authority.

Cha. Ah, sir, there is a girl—

DUET-M'GILPIN and CHARLEY.

M'Gil. R. c. Thy secrets to thy kind master tell.
I love a maid-

Cha. L. C.
M'Gil.

Cha.
M'Gil.
Cha.

Is she full of play?
No kid more gamesome-
Where does she dwell?
Lang twango dillo
Twang, lango dillo day.

M'Gil.
Cha.

M'Gil.

Cha.

McGil
Cha

Cha. M'Gil.

If you're in love, boy, you're not to blame.
As much, kind sir, I have heard you say;
I love my charming-

Ay, what's her name?
Lang twango dillo

Twango, lango dillo day.

My Christmas-box-
Oh, I understand!

Thy faithful services I'll repay;
Here's five bright shillings.

SCENE II.

[Takes out money.

Here's my hand.
Lang twango dillo
Twang, lango dillo day.

[Exeunt M'Gilpin and Charley into house.

Enter SANDY, R.

Sundy. [Joyfully.] I have been to Edinbro', and have got all our gear in the sweetest taste for my marriage with my dear Jenny-Oh, yonder she comes, bright as the morn which gives the flowers their beauty! welcome as the gale which wafts its sweetness!

B

AIR-SANDY.
Oh, had I Allan Ramsay's art

To sing my passion tender!
In ev'ry verse she'd read my heart,

Such soothing strains I'd send hér:
Nor his, nor gentle Rizzio’s aid,

To show is all a folly,
How much I love the charming maid,

Sweet Jane of Grisipoly.
She makes me know what all desire

With such bewitching glances;
Her modest air then checks my fire,

And stops my bold advances :
Meek as the lamb on yonder lawn,

Yet by her conquered wholly,
For sometimes sprightly as the fawn,

Sweet Jane of Grisipoly.
My senses she's bewilder'd quite,

I seem an amorous ninny,-
A letter to a friend I write,

For Sandy I sign Jenny ;
Last Sunday, when from church I came,

With looks demure and holy,
I cried, when asked the text to name,

'Twas Jane of Grisipoly.
My Jenny is no fortune great,

And I am poor and lowly;
A straw for power and grand estate,

Her person I love solely;
From every sordid, selfish view,

So free my heart is wholly ;
And she is kind as I am true,
Sweet Jane of Grisipoly.

Enter Jenny, L.
Jen. (L. c.) Welcome home, my Sandy!

San. (c.) (Embrace.] My love! I must gather all the lads to make a handsome wedding procession to the kirk, Jenny.

Jen. And I to assemble the lasses. Oh, Sandy-here, as the packet's in, will you see if there's any letter for me, as I desired the lottery-man to send me notice if this chance should be drawn a prize. (Gives it to him.