Pope infallible, follow his directions; and then, Sir Gregory, we are all of one mind.

Sir Greg. Good lack, good lack! Rare news, rare news, rare news! Ten millions of thanks, Mr. Hartop. But might not I just hint this to Mr. Soakum, our vicar? 'twould rejoice his heart.

Har. O fie, by no means.

Sir Greg. Only a line-a little hint-Do now? Her. Well, Sir, it is difficult for me to refuse you any thing.

Sir Greg. Ten thousand thanks. Good now! the Pope-Wonderful! I'll minute it down-Both the

Needles?

Har. Ay, both.

Sir Greg. Good now; I'll minute it-the Lizardpoint-both the Needles-Scilly-rocks-bishop of Greenland-St. Peter's chair-Why then, when this is finished, we may chance to attack the great Turk, and have holy wars again, Mr. Hartop.

Har. That's part of the scheme.

Sir Greg. Ah, good now! You see I have a head! Politics have been my study many a day.

had been in London to improve by the

Ah, if I newspapers!

They tell me Dr. Drybones is to succeed to the bishopric of Wisper.

Har. No; Doctor

Sir Greg. Indeed! I was told by my landlord at Ross, that it was between him and the dean of

Har. To my knowledge.

Sir Greg. Nay, you know best, to be sure. If it should- -Hush! here's Mr. Jenkins and son Tim

mum !-Mr. Jenkins does not know any thing about

the treaty with the Pope?

Har. Not a word.

Sir Greg. Mum!

Enter TIM and Mr. JENKINS.

Jenk. Master Timothy is almost grown out of knowledge, Sir Gregory.

Sir Greg. Good now, good now! ay, ay; Ill weeds grow a-pace. Son Tim, Mr. Hartop; a great man, child! Mr. Hartop, son Tim.

Har. Sir, I shall be always glad to know every branch that springs from so valuable a trunk as Sir Gregory Gazette.

Sir Greg. May be so.

Wonderful! ay, ay. Har. Sir, I am glad to see you in Herefordshire; -Have you been long from Cornwall?

Tim. Ay, Sir; a inatter of four weeks or a month, more or less.

Sir Greg. Well said, Tim. Ay, ay, ask Tim any questions, he can answer for himself. Tim, tell Mr. Hartop all the news about the elections, and the tinners, and the tides, and the roads, and the pilchards. I want a few words with my Master Jenkins. Har. You have been so long absent from your native country, that you have almost forgot it.

Tim. Yes sure. I ha' been at uncle Tregegle's a matter of twelve or a dozen year, more or less.

Har. Then I reckon you were quite impatient to see your papa and mama?

Tim. No sure, not I. Father sent for me to uncle.

-Sure Menegezy is a choice place! and I could a' stay'd there all my born days, more or less.

Har. Pray, Sir, what were your amusements?
Tim. Nan! what d'ye say?

Har. How did you divert yourself?

Tim. Oh, we ha' pastimes enow there :-we ha' bull-baiting, and cock-fighting, and fishing, and hunting, and hurling, and wrestling.

Har. The two last are sports for which that country is very remarkable ;-in those, I presume, you are very expert.

Tim. Nan! What?

Har. I say you are a good wrestler.

Tim. Oh, yes sure, I can wrestle well enow:-but we don't wrestle after your fashion; we ha' no tripping, fath and sole! we go all upon close hugs, or the flying mare. Will you try a fall, Master I won't hurt you, fath and sole.

Har. We had as good not venture though. But have you left in Cornwall nothing that you regret the loss of more than hurling and wrestling?

Tim. Nan! What?

Har. No favourite she?

Tim. Arra, I coupled Favourite and Jowler together, and sure they tugg'd it all the way up. Part with Favourite! no, I thank you for nothing. You must know I nurs'd Favourite myself: uncle's huntsman was going to Mill-pond to drown all Music's puppies, so I saved she. But fath, I'll tell you a comical story; at Lanston, they both broke loose, and eat a whole loin-a'-veal, and a leg of beef:

Crist!' how landlord swear'd! fath the poor fellow was almost maz'd; it made me die wi' laughing. But how came you to know about our Favourite?

Har. A circumstance so material to his son, could not escape the knowledge of Sir Gregory Gazette's friends. But here you mistook me a little 'Squire Tim; I meant whether your affections were not settled upon some pretty girl-Has not some Cornish lass caught your heart?

Tim. Hush! cod, the old man will hear; jog a tiny bit this way-won't a' tell father?

Har. Upon my honour!

Tim. Why then, I'll tell you the whole story more or less. Do you know Mally Pengrouse ?

Har. I am not so happy.

Tim. She's uncle's milk-maid; she's as handsome, Lord! her face all red and white, like the inside of a shoulder of mutton; so I made love to our Mally: and just, fath, as I had got her good-will to run away to Exeter and be married, uncle found it out, and sent word to father, and father sent for me home ;-but I don't love her a bit the worse for that. But, i'cod, if you tell father, he'll knock my brains out; for he says, I'll disparage the family, and mother's as mad as a March hare about it ;-so father and mother ha' brought me to be married to some young body in these parts.

Har. What, is my lady here?

Tim. No, sure; dame Winnifred, as father calls her, could not come along.

Har. I am sorry for that; I have the honour to be a distant relation of her ladyship's.

the world I think.

Tim. Like enough, fath!—she's a-kin to half But don't you say a word to fa ther about Mally Pengrouse. Hush!

Jenk. Mr. Hartop, Sir Gregory will be amongst us some time-he is going with his son to Sir Penurious Trifle's ;--there is a kind of a treaty of marriage on foot between Miss Sukey Trifle and Mr. Timothy.

Har. The devil! (apart.) I shall be glad of every circumstance that can make me better acquainted with Sir Gregory.

Sir Greg. Good now, good now; may be so, may be so!

Tim. Father, sure the gentleman says as how mo¬ ther and he are a-kin.

Sir Greg. Wonderful! Lack-a-day, lack-a-day! how, how? I am proud to—but how, Mr. Hartop, how?

Har. Why, Sir, a cousin-german of my aunt's first husband, intermarry'd with a distant relation of a collateral branch by the mother's side, the Apprices of Lantrindon; and we have ever since quartered in a 'scutcheon of pretence the three goat's tails rampant, divided by a cheveron, field-argent; with a leek pendant in the dexter-point, to distinguish the second house,

Sir Greg. Wonderful! wonderful! nearly, nearly related! Good now, good now, if dame Winnifred was here, she'd make 'em all out with a wet finger ;- -but they are above me. Prithee, Tim, good now, see after the horses-and, d'ye hear, try if you can get any newspapers,