Enter HENRY MORLAND. Henry. My Caroline-Oh, let me clasp you to my heart, and shelter you there for ever. [CAROLINE faints in his arms. Lord D. Why, zounds! that's the young sucking madman as scared me out of my senses, with the old one, this morning. Car. [Recovering.] This is too much!-Oh, Henry! do we once more meet!—and after such--By what miracle have you escaped? Ken. Be satisfied, ma'am; for he's too much bothered now to talk.-But you see he's here, and that's enough. The true, long-lost Mr. Henry Morland. Lord D. Eh!-What!-Henry Morland!-Why, zounds!-the late Lord Duberly's lost hair! Henry. Son and heir to that revered and respectable man, be assured, sir. You have done me the favour to be my locum tenens in my absence, and I am now returned to relieve you from further trouble. Lord D. Why, what the devil! Have I only been a kind of a peer's warming-pan after all!— Just popp'd in, to keep his place from getting cold, till he jumped into it! Henry. Nothing more, believe me. I have witnesses sufficient, should it be necessary, to identify my person in a minute. Lord D. Od rabbit it! then old Daniel Dowlas is no longer a lord Lady D. Nor Deborah Dowlas a lady Dick. Nor Dick Dowlas an honourable Pang. Nor Peter Pangloss a tutor.-Now, thank heaven! Lord D. Thank heaven! for what? Pang. "That I am not worth a ducat."—Otway. -Hem! Zek. Then it do seem at last, Dick, that I be the rich man, and you be the poor.-Od rabbit it I be glad on't; for I can now please myself wi' serving my friends. Henry. Who is this, Caroline? Car. An honest creature, Henry;-brother to this simple girl. Their affection to me, in my distress, has been most piercing. Henry. Then it shall not go unrewarded, my Caroline. Zek. Wi' humble submission, sir, kindness to a fellow-creature in distress do reward itself. Thanks to the lottery, we be rich enow. But, as Dick Dowlas be to marry sister Cicely, if you would just lend me a helping hand, for his father and mother here Henry. Oh! rest contented, honest friend; I shall not dispossess them without making a proper provision. Pang. My lord :-hem!-If a boy should bless your nuptials, which I conjecture are about to take place, he will, doubtless, need a tutor.-Three hundred per annum are the terms of your lordship's obsequious servant, Peter Pangloss, LL. D. and A double S. Henry. You are not one of those, it seems, sir, who lose an appointment for want of an early application. Pang. The human mind, my lord, naturally looks forward- "Animus prævidet futura."-Cicero.Hem! Henry. If I should need such a person, sir, depend upon it, I should be very particular in my choice; for I suspect there are some among those to whom youth is entrusted, who bring the character of tutor into disrepute; and draw ridicule upon a respectable situation, in which many men of learning, and probity are placed. Pang. This man will never do for me. Again must I retire to Milk Alley, and spin my brains for a subsistence." Pangloss's occupation's gone."-Shakspear.-Hem ! Henry. In calmer moments, my Caroline, I will explain the circumstances of my preservation;-and when I have paid the mournful tribute due to a much-lamented father let me call you mine, and place you above the reach of future sorrow. Car. Little sorrow can reach me when you are safe, Henry. Zek. And we'll get into the country, take a bit of a farm, and all be as merry as grigs, Dick. Dick. Agreed, Zekiel.-Come, Cicely! I have seen enough already of splendour to seek for happiness in quieter scenes; and I have learnt, Zekiel, that, in spite of all the allurements which riches or titles may boast, the most solid and valuable possession is a true friend. THE END. Printed by A. aud R. Spottiswoode, |