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the world to carry a man gallantly thro' a hot feffion. My Lords and gentlemen, this Lord Sancho is the moft whimsical being in the world, there is no making any thing of him. Pray have any of you been at a duck-hunt, I very often divert myself with it at Popestown; its charming sport, and would make you die with laughing. My affairs with lord Sancho are for all the world like a duck-hunt. I have made twenty dead fets at him, but, the devil knows how, he dives under water, and comes up one time at C-r-gh-re, and what is more furprizing, at Rhf-m, and another at Monaftereven; nay, I have seen him bring up in his mouth Black Phil, Jack Prancer, and old Lyon Head, though they are the most flippery eels in the pond.What shall we do with him.

Sir Toby, fmiling. As for my part, I think, with all due deference to the opinion of other gentlemen, I think we must annoy him by fea and land.

Mr. Solemn, whispering. My dear Sir Toby, take care of your Clare blunders.

Sir Toby. I'll make it out-Mr. Solemn, you fhall overwhelm him with fresh-water navigations, and young Mr. Furze here fhall attack him upon the augmentation,

Mr.

Mr. Solemn. I approve the motion much; and fir, I must do myself the juftice to fay, I have always been ready, fince the Primate died, (fince which time I have been quite out of luck) I fay, fir, I have always been ready to keep down the hereditary revenue, and for that purpose I have two admirable schemes in my pocket! The first is for giving a swinging fum in the Money-Bill to the paper mills and flour-mills of Limerick; and the other, fir, majus opus moveo; to pay land-carriage for all the corn that comes to Dublin by the New Canal. Jack. Money-Bill, [Charles, did not he say Money-Bill]-I hope you will not forget me there, Mr. Solemn.

Mr. Salemn. No, fir. We muft have a reckoning on that point first, it is my own

concern.

Sir Toby. Or mine. But that matter will break no fquares, we will fettle the matter amicably and tofs up for it. [Afide.] If old Sir Toby was alive, I might have rode a match for it, and ftarted his Padereen mare. against Solemn's Limerick Banquo.

Jack. Confider, gentlemen, that I have nothing now to depend on but your bounty: by your advice, (for I never fhould have done it of my own head) I have promised never to take either a peerage or a penfion.

Sir Toby. But nobody believed you; your name's a proverb, for you broke your promife fo often, that it is not expected you should keep it now..

Jack. So, gentlemen, you don't think me bound by this promise?

Omnes. By no means.

Jack. Egad I am glad of it; I have had many an uneafy hour, and Lady B-y, poor good foul, is rather diffatisfied, and says I havebeen walking in trammels ever fince I made it, for in G's name, if I keep it, what will become of me with a new Lord Lieutenant-By the way, have you any private letters from England that mention a change? This is a damned affair of Colonel Lutterel's and Doctor Lucas.By the bye, I wonder he his not here: my Lord Marquis, where is he?

Marquis. I have not feen him fince the franchifes.

Jack. My dear Marquifs, I am told you and he made a glorious figure that day, and that Vulcan and Venus, the printing-prefs and ftocking-loom, were nothing to you..

Prince. It was a well judged, patriotic measure. I fhould have gone to fee the raree-shew myself, but I took physic that day, and fo fent young Billy. By the way, don't

you.

you think the license of the press is greatly abufed: the venerable fenator, Doctor Lucas has been squeezed into a ballad, and fung all over the town to the tune of "My Kitten, my Dearee."

Mr. Polyphlofboios. The licence of the press is a facred privilege [a long pauze]-without it the Freeman's Journal would want fome of my best essays. My Pofthumus, my Sindercomb, [pauze]-my Lord Childermount, you know the value of these works; you kind ob ftetric hand brought them to light; your tafte. approved, and your praise fanctified them, through all the city.

Furze. Come, Mr. Polyphlofboios, be just ;, I furnished a few claffic fprings of rue and wormwood to complete the nosegay.

Mr. Polyphlofboias. You did, my best beloved! my other felf; were I not Polyphlofboios, I would be Furze. When I get into. parliament on the other fide of the water, I will leave you my mantle with a doubleportion of the spirit of Sindercomb.

Jack. What you may do as to that, does not concern the prefent business.

What is to be done? Gentlemen, it is hard, because I am a speaker, no body will give their opi nion on this weighty affair. Pray, my lord, what

what do you think of a memorial in this criYour highness has a damned good

tical time.

hand at a memorial.

Prince. I do not concern myfelf in public affairs, but I wish fome of you would prepare one-No, I will get wife Pr B—r—e, or fenfible Rd N-1-n to do it, and then you know they cannot fay it was I that did it.

Lord Culverin. For my part, I think that will do no good: and as for addresses and remonftrances, my brother Topfail writes me word from England, they won't do neither : he fays they have tried all ways to right the veffel, but fhe will neither obey the helm nor stays. She's as bad as the corporation of Y-gh-ll. I wish the devil had them all, and I my great guns again.

Jack. Come, come, my lord, don't be fulky, all will be well again.

Lord Culverin. Yes to be fure, with such a pilot as you are: you have almost foundered us, and we shall all be loft, unless a fresh gale fprings up, and blows over to us Lord Rochfort, or Lord Harcourt, Lord Sandwich, or Lord Any-body but this damned Lord Sancho.

Jack. That to be fure is the main point; is there no way to frighten him, libel him, or cajole him out of Ireland? Mr. Polyphlofboios,

do