ion.

In another volume I find a similar representation. It is called, "The Way
to get Married," and is written by one Thomas Morton. I will translate
some passages for you, and you will see that the English are very
different people in their own country from what they are in their
counting-houses at Hong-Kong.

There was a gentleman of the name of Toby Allspice, a grocer, who was
sheriff of his county, and expected by the death of an old maid, Miss
Sarah Sapless, to succeed to thirty thousand pounds. He has a daughter who
is very anxious to be "stylish," and marry a "lord" or a "sir," if she
can.

To Mr Allspice's town goes a London merchant of the name of Dashall, who
receives a letter on his arrival, and reads it to the whole of the
audience:--

"_Dashall_, (_reads_).--'Dear Dashall, all's up. Transfer swears if
you don't settle your beer account in a week, he'll blackboard you.
Affectionate enquiries are making after you at Lloyd's; and to crown
all, hops were so lively last market, that there is already a loss of
thousands on that scheme. Nothing can save you but the ready. Yours,

"'TIM TICK.

"'N.B.--Green peas were yesterday sold at Leadenhall market at
ninepence a-peck, so your bet of three thousand pounds on that event
is lost.'--So! Lurched every way; stocks, insurance, hops, hazard,
and green peas, all over the left shoulder; and then, like a flat, I
must get pigeoned at Faro by ladies of quality, for the swagger of
saying, 'The Duchess and I were curst jolly last night.' But
confusion to despair! I'm no flincher. If I can but humbug Allspice
out of a few thousands, and marry his daughter, I shall cut a gay
figure, and make a splash yet.

"_Waiter_, (_without._)--A room for Lady Sorrel.

"_Dashall._--What the devil brings her here? Old and ugly as she is,
I'll take decent odds that 'tis an intrigue.

[_Enter Lady Sorrel._

"_Lady Sorrel._--Inform my cousin Caustic I'm here. Ah, Dashall! I
suppose the warm weather has driven you from town?

"_Dashall._--True, London was certainly too hot for me, but how could
your ladyship leave the fascination of play?

"_Lady Sorrel._--Hush! that's not my rural character. I always
assimilate. The fact is, Dick, I have here a strange, plain-spoken,
worthy, and wealthy relation; he gives me considerable sums to
distribute in Lon