Husband.
My Soul does very much rejoyce
To see thee, and to hear thy Voice :
I bless the Lord to find thee thus
Abound in Health as well as us,
And hope thou art dispos'd to stay
A while and comfort us this Day.'

Preacher.
I think I Mall not stay to dine,
But the Lord's Will be done, not mine.
Where's thygood Wife?Methinks I want
To see her, she's a pious Saint;
In Wedlock thou art truly blest,
Of Women Mhe's the very best. .
Pray let her know that I am here,
And tell her Idelire to see her.

Husband. The Lord preserve her! here she comes, Sh’as just been sweeping out herRooms; You must excuse her Huffiff's Dress, She's always doing, I profess.

I'm

Wife. I'ın very happy, worthy Sir, To see so great a Stranger here. I hope good Madam Cant is well, And pritty Mrs. Abigail. Dear Sir, I wish I could have seen Them here, how bless'd should I have

(been; Tho' I'm alham'd, I must confess, T'appear in such a homely Dress.

Preacher. Thou'rt a good Woman, thou haft Grace That beft adorns a beauteous Face; I think thy Weeds become thee well, Thoy would'st not dress like Fezabel. To tell the truth, I've seldom seen A Wife more.lovely or more clean. Give me thy Hand, thou fruitful Bride; The Lord at all times be thy Guide: How do thy little Comforts fare, Those tender Twigs,their Parents Care?

Pray

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Pray call 'em hither, ler me bless
Those pritty hopeful Babes of Grace.

Wife.
Here, Aram, come, my little Saint,
Where's your low Bow to Mr. Cant ?
Daughter! Where art? Come hither Ruth
Fie, pull your Fingers from your Mouth.
Look up, my Dear, hold up your Head.
Where's your fine Curtesy? There's my

(Maid. Preacher, Lord sanctify these Lambs, and grant That they thy Graces may never want : Shew 'em thy way, that they may be A Comfort to thy Spouse and thee; The Lord sufficiently hath few'd His Love to both in such a Brood. May they still greater Blessings grow To thee that brought 'em forth in woe, And as their Years encrease, inherit A double portion of the Spirit.

Wife

Wife.
Thanks to you, rev'rend Sir,inay Heaven
Reward the Bleffing you have given.
Rebecca, take my Closer Key

And ferch thar Bottle unto me
RF Thy Master brought me home last Night

For Palm, and said he knew'rwas right; e And with the Bottle pray bring in A Glass. Take care you wash it clean,

Preacher.
I hope thou doft not think that I

Drink Wine, except I'm sick or dry; ;

I ne'er take any thing that's strong,
One Glass I fear will do me wrong.
E'en ler it reft upon the Shelf,
Thou dit better keep it for thy self.

Wife.
Good Sir, vouchsafe, at my request,
To drink this Glass, 'tis but a taste,
It holds bur half a Pint at most,
Will you be pleas'd to have a Toast »

Preacher.

Preacher, No, by no means, if I muft take So large a Dose, 'tis for thy fake. Good Lord give thou a Blessing to it, That when it's down I may not rue it. Well, 'tis exceeding good indeed, I wish it mayn't offend my Head. May'st thee, at all times, for thy ease, Abound in Comforts, such as these, Tis a prime Cordial, I protest This ought not to be drank in waste.

Husband. Alas, one Glass, Sir, will not warm ye, I'in sure a second cannot harm ye ; Cold Weather does strong Wine require, Fill out, my Dear, ------ A little higher, Pray give the Glass to Mr. Cant, So long a Walk may inake him faint.

Preacher. Thou best of all good: Women! hold Thy Hand, consider I am old.

Thou