but come,

they be willing-but-ah!-this is one of your skits now-ah! you'll never leave offmaster Foote, you should not be long-winded, consider what expedition we have made all this work here in three months; a tight job, master Foote.' Foote. And you, master Scaffold, claim much merit from that.

Scaff. To be sure.

Foote. Look into the pit.

Scaff. Well-I do.

Foote. I will undertake, that less than half that number of hands shall undo more work in an hour, than you can complete in

a year.

Scaff. May be so I see there is amongst them some tight likely lads-but come, master, let us now be serus a little.

Foote. Upon my word I am serious; I consider myself but as a trustee for the public; and what their generosity bestows upon me, I will most justly assign over

to you.

Scaff. Aye!-why then since that is the case, let us hear a little of how and about

it-Well now, what scheme, what plan have you got, to give a jog to the generous?

Foote. Why, I have somethings they.have liked, and others that I hope they will like. Scaff. What, I suppose men and women, and talking stuff that you take out of playbooks.

Foote. Of that kind.

Scaff. Ah!-pox! they will never docould not you give them a christening, or a funeral or hey!-aye-that is the best of them all-Zooks! let them have a crownation.

Foote. No.

Scuff. No! why not? why then we shall have them crowd hither in shoals.

Foote. No, no, Scaffold;

"No long processions crowd my narrow scenes,

Lamp-lighting peers and mantua-making queens."

Scaff. Why, as you say, that work is little better than scandalous magnatumhey! gad I have a thought! odd rot it, give 'em a pantomime. I likes to see that little

t'other, and then pop-he is out of the window.

Foote. "Nor shall great Philip's son, through our crime,

Sully his triumph by a pantomime." Scaff. Philip! pshaw-I'd never mind Philip, nor any of the family; what harm can they do you? Come do, and I'll bate of my bill-do-for the carpenter's credit.

Foote. Your credit?

Scaff. Aye-and to punish the pragmatical poets, for in that kind of work you will have no occasion for them—there, you know, our trade takes the lead.

Foote. Well-well-we'l feel a little for the taste of the town, and if no other method can be found of paying your billfor we, Mr. Scaffold, may assume what airs of reforming we please-the stage is at best but an echo of the public voice-a mere rainbow-all its gaudy colours arise from reflection, or as a modern bard more happily says

"The drama's laws-the drama's patrons

give,

For we that live to please, must please to live."

Scaff. What then, after all, I find I am in a hobble.

Foote. May be not-come-hope for the best.-Prompter ?

Prompter. Sir?

Foote. Are the actors ready to open?
Prompt. Immediately.

Foote. Stay and see the result of this evening.

Consult with care each countenance around,
Not one malignant aspect can be found,
To check the royal band that rais'd me
from the ground.

(Exeunt omnes.)

Tant de fiel entre-t-il dans les ames des devots ?

SIR, THOUGH NO man can have a higher reverence for that order among us, to which you lay claim, than myself, yet the jargon of the Tabernacle has so perverted the common meaning of words, that I am extremely puzzled in what manner to address you; it being impossible to determine from the title you assume, whether you are an authorized pastor or a peruke-maker; a real clergyman or a corn-cutter. But as I think a few faint