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derstand; tant mieux ! so much de better! In ver few year, I shut up my hotel, set up my coach, my caroffe, and call myself monsieur le marquis de Guinea, in compliment to Meffieurs l'Anglois; ver pritt titel, by gar! ha, ha, ha! [Exit. Enter La Jeunesse, Mr. and Mrs. Minnikin, Mrs.

Clack, and Kit Codling. Mrs. Min. This unnatural hussy, to run thus away from her parents ! and into foreign parts, as they say, amongst Pagans and Papists, and a parcel of-And here we have been toffed and tumbled about, that I don't know whether I stand upon my head or my heels.

Min. And then that lanthorn-jaw'd hound at the gate, to seize my tobacco-box! and I'll be sworn there was not a couple of pipe-fulls.

Mrs. Min. Ay, ay, poor toads, they are glad to get hold of any thing they can get. Well, if I once more set light of old Powl's, if ever they get me below Bridge again, unless a pleasuring, perhaps, during the summer, in a hoy to Margate-Pray, son Codling, how long were we in sailing over the sea?

Codl. I can tell you, madam Minnikin exact to a minute; because why, I have promised neighbour Index, the printer, to make observations on all the strange things that I see, that he may print them next time, 'long with his Six Week's Tour to the Continent. Let's see; here is my Journal: (reads] “ June the roth, em“ barked at seven in the morning, at Dover, “ aboard the Mercury, vind South and by East; " nine o'clock, vind weer a little to the Veft! « shelled half a bushel of peas; eleven o'clock, “ vind ditto, eat dicto; twelve and half, plucked a couple of fowls; very odd to see how the vind ““ blew the feathers about; nota bene, feathers will “ swim in the falt fea.”

Min. Vast curus observations, indeed!

Mrs. Min. Nay, I always said, fon Codling had a good head of his own. Why, Matthew Minnikin, if he goes on but as he begun, I don't know but his'n may be as useful as many of the Voyages that have been printed of late.

Min. Ay, Margery, if he could but get some strange bealtesses, or carry home a foreign savage or two, for a show.

Mrs. Min. But go on, son Codling, I beg!
Codl. “ Two o'clock, road beginning to be

consumedly rough, was so much jolted, that « I could not write any more."

Mrs, Min, Write? I'm sure I was not able to stand; so they popped me into a hole in the wall, I think they called it a cabin; Lord bless us, 'twas more liker a coffin !

Clack. The sea has been rather' rumbustious, I own; but then, fifter, the land makes us ample amends.

Mrs. Min. Amends! in what way?

Clack. Bless me, fifter, how can you ask? I profess. I feel myself quite a different person : The people here are all so gay, and well-bred! Did not you observe, when I accidentally sneezed, now politely ail the people pulld off their hats?

Mrs. Min. Pshaw! what" fignifies their grins and grimaces, their scrapes and congees;


you, fifter, seriously think, that the French folks are more cleverer than we?

Clack. Ridiculous! is there a mortal can doubt it? Why, without their assistance, how should we be able to dress ourselves, or our victuals?



And then, as to cleverness, did you observe those little children, as we came up from the key?

Mrs Min.. Yes; and, to my thinking, I never saw such a parcel of brown brats in my life.

Clack, I declare I was ashamed, quite blushed for

my country, to hear mere infants, quite babies, as I may fay, sputter French, more freer and glibber than your daughter Jane, who has had a French master these five years.

Mrs. Min. That's true, I must own; but then I don't find that they be more cuter to get our lingo, than we to learn theirs,

Clack. Because why, they think it beneath them. Mrs. Min. Who the deuce be all these?

Enter several Porters with small parcels. La Jeu. De porter from de custom-house, along vid your baggage.

Codl. Baggage? zooks, any one of these might have carried it all.

Glack. Ay! there, there, brother, you have another proof of their breeding; all of them eager to be useful to strangers.

Min. Yes, pox take them, in hopes, I suppose, of being handsomely paid. Well, Monsieur, how much are you to have?

Clack. Fy, Mr. Minnikin! don't expose your meanness the moment you are landed. Monsieur, you will satisfy these gentlemen for the trouble they have taken. And, Mr. Cod. ling, do try and get us a good room, if you can. La jeu. Venez ici ! [Exeunt Porters, bowing and scraping,

· Mir. Hey-day! who the deuce have we here?

Mrs. Min. As I live, a couple of shoe-blacks, with muffs and bag-wigs! Enter Shoe-blacks, who bow with great ceremony, and

take fnuff. Min. There, there, Margery! dost thou see? mark their (mirking, bowing and sneezing!

Clack. Ay, fister Minnikin, there! you see how courteous and civil the very lowest people are here: Shew me a shopkeeper, in your whole ward, that can do his honours so well! See how politely they offer their snuff to each other; and look! if the sweet little creatures are not set down to cards on their stools!

Min. Yes, yes; I fee well enough.

Clack. Not like our vulgar fellows, at Putt or All-fours, but a party at Piquet, I'll be {worn! Enter La Jeunesc, Luke Lapelle, and Gregory

Gingham. La Jeu. Dis vay, my lor! one, two, dree step; take care-a, my lor!

Mrs. Min. Bless me, my dear, if here a’n't Mr. Lappelle, from Bond-Street! and neighbour Gingham, as sure as a gun! fresh from Parish I warrant.

Min. Well met neighbour Gingham! What, you've been fetching home fashions, I reckon?

Ging. Hush, Master Minnikin! there is no need to make proclamation in foreign parts of what business we be.

Clack, Clack. 'Brother Minnikin's tongue will now and-then run too fast for his wit.

Min. Nay, I said nothing, I ain sure.
Lap. Excusé moi, Monsieur Minnikin!

you mentioned fetching of fashions; and that, as the French fay, was tantaramount to calling us tailors.

Clack. The very same thing.

Min. Why, sure, Gregory Gingham, thee be'st not ashamed of thy calling, be it?

Ging. That is another man's matter, you knows: How is it our fault, (d'ye mind me?) if the French folks will take us for lords ? They law something in us that was above the vulgar, I reckon.

Mrs. Min. Nay, for the matter of that, Matthew, it is at worft but being quit with Mounseer; for I'll be sworn, there are many of their Counts and Marquisses that comes over to us, (aye, and are received by the best quality too, at their tables) who, if the truth was known, are little better than tailors at home.

Codl. Right! well said, Madam Minnikin! With this odds in their favour, (plague take 'em !) that them there fellows make a good hand and profit by their pride and presumption; whilft our foolish folks are forced to pay pretty high fees for their titles.

I reckon, your lordships were swingingly soused on the road?

Ging. To say truth, the bills did mount pretty high, and we did not chuse to chaffer with them, because why, we wa’n’t willing to bring a difgrace on our dignity. Clack. Wisely

done, for the honour of Eng. land! Codl. Honour? I can't say that ever I heard


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