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? Foote. Stay and see the result of this evening. Consult with care each countenance around, (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 |