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all but himself. But he must quickly resolve, for next week his wife's month will be up,

Jen. He promised to call about four.

Mrs. Mech. But don't let him think we are at a lofs for a husband; there is to my knowledge a merchant's clerk in the city, a comely young man, and comes of good friends, that will take her with but a small place in the custom-house.

Jen. He Ihall know it.

Mrs. Mech. Ay, and tell him, that the party's party has interest enough to obtain it whenever he will. And then the bridegroom may put the purchase-money too of that fame presentation into his pocket.

Fen. Truly, ma'am, I should think this would prove the best match for the lady.,

Mrs. Mech. Who doubts it?—Here, Jenny, carry these things above stairs. Take care of the aigrette, leave the watch upon the table, and be fure

you don't millay the pearl necklace; the lady goes to Mrs. Cornelly's to-night ; and, if she has any luck, she will be sure to redeem it to-morrow.

[Exit Jenny. Şim. What a world of affairs ! it is a wonder, madam, how you are able to remember them all.

Mrs. Mech. Trifles, mere trifles, master Simon. - But I have a great affair in hand-Such an affair, if well managed, it will be the making of us all.

Sim. If I, ma'am, can be of the least use

Mrs. Mech. Of the highest! these is no doing without you.—You know the great

Enter JENNY. Jer. I have put the things where you ordered, ma'am.


Mrs. Mech. Very well, you may go.---[Exit Fenny. ]-I say, you know the great commissary, that is come to lodge in my house. Now they say this Mr. Fungus is as rich as an Indian governor; heaven knows how he came by it: but that you know is no business of ours. Pretty pickings, I warrant, abroad. [Loud knocking.]- Who the deuce can that be ? But let it be who it will, you must not go till I speak to you.

Enter JENNY.
Jen. The widow Loveit, ma'am.

Mrs. Mech. What, the old liquorish dowager from Devonshire Square ? fhew her in.-[Exit Jenny.]—You'll wait in the kitchen, Simon, I shall foon dispatch her affair.

[Exit Simon. Enter Mrs. LoveIT. Mrs. Lov. So, so, good morning to you, good Mrs. Mechlin, John, let the coach ftand at the corner.

Mrs. Mech. You had better fit here, madam.

Mrs. Lov. Any where. Well, my dear wo. man, I hope you have not forgot your old friend -Ugh, ugh, ugh,--[coughs.]

— Consider I have no time to loofe, and you are always so full of employment.

Mrs. Mech. Forgot you! you shall judge, Mrs. Loveit. I have, ma'am, provided a whole cargo of husbands for you, of all nations, complexions, ages, tempers, and sizes: so you see you have nothing to do but choose.

Mrs. Lov. To choose! Mrs. Mechlin; Lord help me, what choice can I have ? I look upon wedlock to be a kind of a lottery, and I have already drawn my prize ; and a great onę it was !

My My poor dear man that's gone, I shall never meet with his fellow.

Mrs. Mech. 'Pshaw! madam, don't let us trouble our heads about him, it's high time that he was forgot.

Mrs. Lov. But won't his relations think me rather too quick.

Mrs Mech. Not a jot; the greatest compliment you could

pay to his memory; it is a proof he gave you reason to be fond of the state. But what do you mean by quick! Why he has been buried these three weeks

Mrs. Lov. And three days, Mrs. Mechlin.
Mrs. Mech. Indeed! quite an age !

Mrs. Lov. Yes; but I shall never forget him; sleeping, or waking, he's always before me. His dear swelled belly, and his poor shrunk legs, Lord bless me, Mrs. Mechlin, he had no more calf than

my fan.

Mrs. Mech. No!

Mrs. Lov. No, indeed; and then, his bit of a purple nose, and his little weezen face as sharp as a razor-don't mention it, I can never forget him.

[Cries. Mrs. Mech. Sweet marks of remembrance, indeed. But, ma'am, if you continue to be so fond of your last husband , what makes you think of another?

Mrs. Lov. Why, what can I do, Mrs. Mechļin? a poor lone widow woman as I am; there's no body minds me; my tenants behind-hand, my servants all careless, my children undutiful-Ugh, ugh, ugh

[Coughs. Mrs. Mech. You have a villainous cough, Mrs. Loveit; shall I send for some lozenges ?


Mrs. Lov. No, I thank you, it's nothing at all ; mere habit, just a little trick I've got.

Mrs. Mech. But I wonder you should have all these vexations to plague you, madam, you, who are so rich, and lo

Mrs. Lov. Forty thousand in the Four per Cents. every morning I rise, Mrs. Mechlin, befides two houses at Hackney; but then my affairs are so weighty and intricate; there is such tricking in lawyers, and such torments in children, that I can't do by myself; I must have a helpmate; quite necessity, no matter of choice.

Mrs. Mech. Oh, I understand you, you marry merely for convenience ; just only to get an affiftant, a kind of a guard, a fence to your property ?

Mrs. Lov. Nothing else.
Mrs. Mech. I thought fo; quite prudential ; so.

is none of your object; you dan't want a fcampering, giddy, sprightly, young

Mrs. Lov. Young ! Heaven forbid. What, do. you think, like some ladies I know, that I want to have my husband taken for one of my grand-children; No, no; thank Heaven, such vain thoughts never entered my head.

Mrs. Mech. But yet, as your matters stand, he ought not to be so very old neither; for instance now, of what use to you would be a husband of fixty ?

Mrs. Lov. Sixty ! Are you mad, Mrs. Mechlin, what do

you think I want to turn purse?
Mrs. Mech. Or fifty-five ?
Mrs. Love. Ugh, ugh, ugh-
Mrs. Mech. Or fifty ?

Mrs. Lov. Oh! that's too cunning an age ; men, now-a-days, rarely marry at fifty, they are too knowing and cautious.


that age

Mrs. Mech. Or forty-five, or forty, or-
Mrs. Lov. Shall, I Mrs. Mechlin, tell you a


mind? Mrs. Mech. I believe ma'am that will be


piece of

best way:

Mrs. Lov. Why then, as my children are young and rebellious, the way to secure and preserve their obedience, will be to marry a man that won't grow old in a hurry.

Mrs. Mech. Why I thought you declared against youth.

Mrs. Lov. So I do, so I do; but then, fix or seven and twenty is not so very young, Mrs. Mechlin.

Mrs. Mech. No, no, a pretty ripe age; for at that time of life, men can' bustle and stir, they are not easily check’d, and whatever they take in hand they go through with.

Mrs. Lov. True, true.

Mrs. Mech. Ay, ay, it is then they may be said to be useful ; it is the only tear and wear season.

Mrs. Lov. Right, right.

Mrs. Mech. Well, ma'am, I see what you want, and to-morrow about this time, if you'll do me the favour to call

Mrs. Lov I Ihan't fail.
Mrs. Mech. I think I can suit you.
Mrs. Lov. You'll be very obliging.

Mrs. Mech. You may depend upon't, I'll do my endeavours.

Mrs. Lov. But, Mrs. Mechlin, be sure don't let him be older than that, not above seven or eight and twenty at moft ; and let it be as foon as you conveniently can. Mrs. Mech, Never fear, ma'am.


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