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Truly, confiftently with my confcience, I wou'd do any thing for your honour. Sir GEORGE.

Right, Mrs. Cole, never lofe fight of that monitor. But pray, how long has this heavenly. change been wrought in you?

Mrs. COL E.

Ever fince my laft vifitation of the gout. Upon my first fit, feven years ago, I began to have my doubts, and my waverings; but I was loft in a labyrinth, and no body to fhew me the road. One time, I thought of dying a Roman, which is truly a comfortable communion enough for one of us: but it wou'd not do.! Sir GEORGE.

Why not?

Mrs. COLE.

I went one fummer over to Boulogne to repent; and, wou'd you believe it, the barefooted, bald-pate beggars, would not give me absolution, without I quitted my bufinefs!Did you ever hear of fuch a set of scabbyBefides, I could not bear their barbarity. Wou'd you believe it, Mr. Loader, they lock up their lives, in a nunnery, the prettiest, sweetest, tender, young things!-Oh, fix of them, for a feafon, wou'd finish my business here, and then I fhou'd have nothing to do, but to think of hereafter.

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LOADER.

LOADER.

Brand me, what a country!

Sir GEORGE.

Oh, fcandalous!

Mrs. COLE.

Ó no, it would not do. So, in my laft illnefs, I was wifh'd to Mr. Squintum, who ftepp'd in with his faving grace, got me with the new birth, and I became, as you fee, regenerate, and another creature,

Enter DICK,

DICK.

Mr. Transfer, fir, has fent to know if your honour be at home.

Sir GEORGE.

Mrs. Cole, I am mortify'd to part with you. But bus'nefs, you know

Mrs. COL E.

True, fir George. Mr. Loader, your arm -Gently, oh, oh!

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Mrs. COLE.

To-morrow I hope to fuit you

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to have, at the tabernacle, an occafional hymn, with a thanksgiving fermon for my recovery. After which, I fhall call at the register-office, and fee what goods my advertisement has brought in.

Sir GEORGE.

Extremely obliged to you, Mrs. Cole.

Mrs. COLE.

Or if that fhou'd not do, I have a tid bit at home, will fuit your ftomach. Never brufh'd by a beard. Well, heaven bless you Softly, have a care, Mr. Loader Richard, you may as well give me the bottle into the chair, for fear I fhould be taken ill on the road. Gently fo, fo. [Exit Mrs. Cole and Loader.

Sir GEORGE.

Dick, fhew Mr. Transfer in-Ha, ha, what a hodge podge! How the jade has jumbled together the carnal and the fpiritual; With what ease she reconciles her new birth to her old calling! No wonder these preachers have plenty of profelytes, whilft they have the addrefs, fo comfortably to blend the hitherto jarring interefts of the two worlds.

Enter LOADER.

LOADER.

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Well, knight, I have hous'd her; but they want you within, fir.

Sir GEORGE.

I'll go to them immediately.

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DICK.

Y mafter will come. to. you prefently.

Enter Sir GEORGE.

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Your Honour's very humble. I thought to have found Mr. Loader here: ༣

Sir GEORGE.

He will return immediately. Well, Mr. Transfer but take a chair

you have had a long walk. Mr. Loader, I prefume, open'd the urgency of my bus'nefs.

to you

TRANSFER.

Ay, ay, the general cry, money, money! I don't know, for my part, where all the money is flown to. Formerly a note," with a tolerable endorsement, was as current as cafh..

If your uncle Richard now would join in this fecurity

Sir GEORGE.

Impoffible.

TRANSFER.

Ay, like enough. I wish you were of age.

Sir GEORGE.

So do I. But as that will be confider'd, in the premium

TRANSFER.

True, true-I fee you understand bus'nefsAnd what fum does your Honour lack at prefent?

Lack!

Sir GEORGE.

How much have you brought?

TRANSFER.

Who, I?Dear me, None.

Sir GEORGE.

Zounds, none !

TRANSFER.

Lack-a-day, none to be had, I think. All the morning have I been upon the hunt. There, Ephraim Barebones, the tallow-chandler, in Thames-ftreet, us'd to be a never-failing chap; not a guinea to be got there. Then I totter'd away to Nebuchadnezzar Zebulon, in the Old Jewry, but it happen'd to be Saturday; and they never touch on the Sabbath, you know.

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