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with the heel of the shoe on that side least capable of making a defence. It was in

this nianner that my eldest daughter was hemmed in and thumped about, all

blowzed, in spirits, and bawling for fair play, fair play, with a voice that might deafen a ballad singer, when confusion on confusion, who should enter the room but our two great acquaintances from town, Lady Blarney and Miss Carolina Wilelmina Amelia Skeggs ! Description would but beggar, therefore it is unnecessary to describe this new mortification. Death! To be seen by ladies of such high breeding in such vulgar attitudes ! Nothing better could ensue from such a vulgar play of Mr. Flamborough's proposing. We seemed struck to the ground for some time, as if actually petrified with amazement.

The two ladies had been at our house to see us, and finding us from home, came after us hither, as they were uneasy to know what accident could have kept us from church the day before. Olivia un


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dertook to be our prolocutor, and delivered the whole in a summary way, only saying, "We were thrown from our horses.' " At which account the ladies were greatly concerned; but being told the family received no hurt, they were extremely glad : but being informed that we were almost killed by the fright, they were vaftly forry; but hearing that we had a very good night, they were extremely glad again. Nothing could exceed their complaisance to my daughters; their profefsions the lait evening were warm, but now they were ardent. They protested a desire of having a more lasting acquaintance. Lady Blarney was particularly attached to Olivia ; Miss Carolina Vilelmina Amelia Skeggs (I love to give the whole name) took a greater fancy to her sister. They fupported the converfation between themselves, while my daughters fate filent, admiring their exalted breeding But as every reader, however beggarly himself, is fond of high-lived dialogues, with anecdotes of Lords, Ladies, and Knights of


the garter, I must beg leave to give him the concluding part of the present converfation.

"All that I know of the matter,' cried Miss Skeggs, is this, that it may be true, * or it may not be true: but this I can • assure your Ladythip, that the whole • rout was in amaze ; his Lordship turned • all' manner of colours, my lady fell into

a sound; but Sir Tomkyn, drawing his • sword, swore he was hers to the last drop 6 of his blood.'

! Well, replied our peeress, this I can say, that the Dutchess never told me a

syllable of the matter, and I believe her • Gr.ce would keep nothing a secret from

This you may depend on as fact, • that the next morning my Lord Duke • cried out three times to his valet de

chambre, Jernigan, Jernigan, Jernigan, bring me my garters.


But previously I should have mentioned the very impolite behaviour of Mr.


Burchell, who, during this discourse, fate with his face turned to the fire; and at the conclusion of every sentence would cry out fudge, an expression which difpleased us all, and in some measure damped the rising spirit of the conversation.

Besides, my dear Skeggs,' continued our Peeress, there is nothing of this in • the copy of verses that Dr. Burdock made

upon the occasion.' Fudge !

• I am surprised at that, cried Miss Skeggs ; for he seldom leaves any thing out, as he writes only for his own amuse

But can your Ladyship favour ' me with a light of them ?" Fudge !,


My dear creature,' replied our peeress, do you think I carry such things « about me? Though they are very fine • to be sure, and I think myself some

thing of a judge; at least I know what : pleases myself. Indeed I was ever an


• admirer of all Dr. Burdock's little pieces; • for except what he does, and our dear • Countess at Hanover-square, there's no

thing comes out but the most lowest stuff • in nature; not a bit of high life among • them. Fudge!

• Your Ladyship should except,' says t'other, your own things in the Lady's • Magazine. I hope you'll say there's no

thing low lived there? But I suppose we

are to have no more from that quarter?" Fudge!

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· Why, my dear," says the Lady, ' you • know my reader and companion has left

me to be married to Captain Roach, and as my poor eyes won't suffer me to write myself, I have been for some time looking out for another. A proper person is no easy matter to find, and to be sure thirty pounds a year is a · small stipend for a well bred girl of cha"racter, that can read, write, and behave

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