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Fools that are idle,
May live to bite the bridle.

Miss Lin. What a happiness to have been bred under so prudent a parent !

Flint. Ay, Miss, you will have reason to say so; her maxims have put many a pound into my pocket.

Miss Lin. How does that concern me?
Flint. Because why, as the saying is,

Tho' I was the maker,

You may be the partaker.
Miss Lin, Sir, you are very obliging,

Flint. I can tell you, such offers are not every day to be met with : Only think, Miss, to have victuals and drink constantly found you, without cost or care on your fide! especially, now meat is so dear.

Miss Lin. Considerations by no means to be flighted.

Flint. Moreover, that you may live and appear

like my wife, I fully intend to keep you a coach.

Mifs Lin. Indeed !

Flint. Yes; and you shall command the horses whenever you please, unless during the harvest, and when they are employed in plowing and carting; because the main chance must be minded,

you know.

Miss Lin, True, true.

Flint. Though I don't think you will be vastly fond of coaching about; for why, we are off of the turnpike, and the floughs are deadly deep about we.

Miss Lin. What, you intend to reside in the Country?

Flint. Without doubt; for then, you know, Miss, I shall be sure to have you all to myself.

Miss Lin. An affectionate motive ! But even in this happy state, where the most perfect union prevails, some solitary hours will intrude, and the time, now and then, hang heavy on our hands.

Flint. What, in the country, my dear Miss ? not a minute : You will find all pastime and jollity there ; for what with minding the dairy, dunning the tenants, preserving and pickling, nursing the children, scolding the servants, mending and making, roasting, boiling, and baking, you won't have a moment to spare ; you will be merry and happy as the days they are long

Miss Lin. I am afraid the days will be hardly long enough to execute so extensive a plan of enjoyment.

Flint. Never you fear ! I am told, Miss, that you write an exceeding good hand. Miss Lin. Pretty well, I believe.

Flint. Then, Miss, there is more pleasure in store ; for you may employ any leisure time that you have in being my clerk, as a justice of peace : You shall share sixpence out of every warrant, to buy you any little thing that you

Miss Lin. That's finely imagined !--As your enjoyments are chiefly domestic, I presume you have contrived to make home as convenient as can be: You have, Sir, good gardens, no doubt?

Flint, Gardens ? ay, ay: Why, before the great parlour window there grows a couple of



yews, as tall as a mast, and as thick as a steeple; and the boughs cast so delightful a shade, that you can't see your hand in any part of the room.

Miss Lin. A most delicate gloom !

Flint. And then there constantly roofts in the trees a curious couple of owls; which I won't suffer our folks to disturb, as they make so rural a noise in the night

Miss Lin. A most charming duet !

Flint. And besides, Miss, they pay for their lodgings, as they are counted very good mousers,

you know.

Miss Lin. True ; but within doors, your man.

: ; fion is capacious, and Flint. Capacious ? yes, yes ; capacious enough:

? You may stretch your legs without crossing the threshold : Why, we go up and down stairs to every room of the house. To be sure, at present, it is a little out of repair ; not that it rains in (where the casements are whole) at above five or fix places, at present.

Miss Lin. Your prospects are pleasing.!

Flint. From off the top of the leads; for why, I have boarded up most of the windows, in order to save paying the tax. But to my thinking, our bed-chamber, Miss, is the most pleasantest place in the house.

Miss Lin. Oh, Sir, you are very polite.

Flint. No, Miss, it is not for that; but you must know, Miss, that there is a large bow-window facing the East, that does finely for drying of herbs : It is hung round with hatchments of all the folks that have died in the family ; and then the pigeon-house is over our heads.

Miss Lin. The pigeon-house?
Flint. Yes; and there, every morning, we shall



can be.

be waked by day-break with their murmuring, cooing and courting, that will make it as fine as

Miss Lin. Ravishing! Well, Sir, it must be confessed, you have given me a most bewitching picture of pastoral life : your place is a perfect Arcadia ! But I am afraid half the charms are derived from the painter's flattering pencil.

Flint. Not heightened a bit, as yourself shall be judge. And then, as to company, Miss, you may have plenty of that when you will; for we have as pretty a neighbourhood as a body can wish.

Miss Lin. Really!

Flint. There is the widow Kilderkin, that keeps the Adam and Eve at the end of the town, quite an agreeable body! indeed, the death of her husband has drove the poor woman to tipple a bit ; farmer Dobbin's daughters, and Dr. Surplice, our curate, and wife, a vast conversible woman, if she was not altogether so deaf.

Miss Lin. A very fociable set! Why, Sir, placed in this paradise, there is nothing left you

Flint. Yes, Miss, but there is.
Mis. Lin. Ay! what can that be?

Flint. The very same that our grandfather had ; to have a beautiful Eve by my side. Could I lead the lovely Linnet nothing loath to that bower

Miss Lin. Oh, excess of gallantry!

Flint. Would her sweet breath but deign to kindle, and blow up my hopes !

Miss Lin. Oh, Mr. Flint! I must not suffer this, for

sake; a person of your importance and rank


to wish.

Flint. A young lady, Miss, of your great merit and beauty

Miss Lin. A gentleinan so accomplished and rich

Flint. Whose perfections are not only the talk of the Bath, but of Bristol, and the whole coun.

try round

Miss Lin. Oh, Mr. Flint, this is too much!

Flint. Her goodness, her grace, her duty, her decency, her wisdom and wit, her shape, flim. ness and size, with her lovely black eyes, so elegant, engaging, fo modest, so prudent, fo pious, and, if I am rightly informed, possefled of a sweet pretty pipe.

Miss Lin. This is such a profusion

Flint. Permit me, Miss, to solicit a speciment of your

delicate talents. Miss Lin. Why, Sir, as your extravagant compliments have left me nothing to say, I think the best thing I can do is to fing.

The smiling morn, the breathing spring,
Invites the tuneful birds to fing;
And as they warble from each Ipray,
Love melts the universal lay, &c.

Flint. Enchanting ! ravishing founds! not the
Nine Mufes themselves, nor Mrs. Baddeley, is
equal to you.
Miss Lin. Oh, fy!

Flint. May I flatter myself that the words of that song were directed to me?

Miss Lin. Should I make such a confeflion, I should ill deserve the character you have been pleased to bestow.


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