derstand; tant mieux! fo much de better! In ver few year, I fhut up my hotel, fet up my coach, my caroffe, and call myself monfieur 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 huffy, to run thus away from her parents! and into foreign parts, as they fay, amongst Pagans and Papifts, 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 feize my tobacco-box! and I'll be fworn 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 fet fight of old Powl's, if ever they get me below Bridge again, unless a pleasuring, perhaps, during the fummer, in a hoy to Margate-Pray, fon Codling, how long were we in failing over the fea?

Codl. I can tell you, madam Minnikin exact to a minute; because why, I have promised neighbour Index, the printer, to make obfervations on all the ftrange things that I fee, that he may print them next time, 'long with his Six Weeks' Tour to the Continent. Let's fee; here is my Journal: [reads] "June the 10th, em"barked at feven in the morning, at Dover, "aboard the Mercury, vind South and by Eaft; "nine o'clock, vind weer a little to the Veft! "fhelled half a bufhel of peas; eleven o'clock, "vind ditto, eat ditto; twelve and half, plucked

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a couple of fowls; very odd to fee how the vind blew the feathers about; nota bene, feathers will "fwim in the falt fea."

Min. Vaft curus obfervations, indeed!

Mrs. Min. Nay, I always faid, 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 ufeful as many of the Voyages that have been printed of late.

Min. Ay, Margery, if he could but get fome ftrange beafteffes, or carry home a foreign favage or two, for a show.

Mrs. Min. But go on, fon Codling, I beg! Codl." Two o'clock, road beginning to be confumedly rough, was fo much jolted, that "I could not write any more."

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Mrs. Min. Write? I'm fure I was not able to ftand; fo they popped me into a hole in the wall, I think they called it a cabin; Lord blefs us, 'twas more liker a coffin!

Clack. The fea has been rather rumbuftious, I own; but then, fifter, the land makes us ample amends.

Mrs. Min. Amends! in what way?

Clack. Blefs me, fifter, how can you ask? I profefs. I feel myself quite a different perfon: The people here are all fo gay, and well-bred! Did not you obferve, when I accidentally fneezed, now politely all the people pull'd off their hats?

Mrs. Min. Pfhaw! what fignifies their grins and grimaces, their fcrapes and congees; do you, fifter, feriously think, that the French folks are more cleverer than we?

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

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

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

Clack, I declare I was afhamed, quite blushed for my country, to hear mere infants, quite babies, as I may fay, fputter French, more freer and glibber than your daughter Jane, who has had a French mafter 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 feveral Porters with small parcels.

La Feu. De porter from de custom-house, along vid your baggage,

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

Clack. 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 fuppose, of being handfomely paid.-Well, Monfieur, how much are you to have?

Clack. Fy, Mr. Minnikin! don't expofe your meanness the moment you are landed.Monfieur, you will fatisfy thefe gentlemen for the trouble they have taken. And, Mr. Codling, do try and get us a good room, if you

can.

La Jeu. Venez ici!

[Exeunt Porters, bowing and scraping,

Min. Hey-day! who the deuce have we

here?

Mrs. Min. As I live, a couple of fhoe-blacks, with muffs and bag-wigs!

Enter Shoe-blacks, who bow with great ceremony, and take fnuff.

Min. There, there, Margery! doft thou fee? mark their fmirking, bowing and fneezing!

Clack. Ay, fifter Minnikin, there! you fee how courteous and civil the very lowest people are here: Shew me a fhopkeeper, in your whole ward, that can do his honours fo well! See how politely they offer their snuff to each other; and look! if the fweet little creatures are not fet down to cards on their ftools!

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 fworn!

Enter La Jeunesse, Luke Lapelle, and "Gregory Gingham.

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

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

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

Ging. Hufh, Mafter Minnikin! there is no need to make proclamation in foreign parts of what bufinefs we be.

Clack,

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

Min. Nay, I faid nothing, I am fure.

Lap. Excufe moi, Monfieur Minnikin! you mentioned fetching of fashions; and that, as the French fay, was tantaramount to calling us tailors.

Clack. The very fame thing.

Min. Why, fure, 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 faw fomething 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 Mounfeer; for I'll be fworn, there are many of their Counts and Marquiffes 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:

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Codl. Right! well faid, 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 prefumption; whilft our foolish folks are forced to pay pretty high fees for their titles. I reckon, your lordships were fwingingly foused on the

road?

Ging. To fay truth, the bills did mount pretty high, and we did not chufe to chaffer with them, because why, we wa'n't willing to bring a difgrace on our dignity.

Clack. Wifely done, for the honour of England!

Codl. Honour? I can't fay that ever I heard

that