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h you the widow is not disconsolate, nor misses her husband. _Gripe._ Through you---- _Joy._ Indeed you will put me to the blush. _Gripe._ Blushes are badges of imperfection--Saints have no shame. You are the flower of matrons, Mrs. Joyner. _Joy._ You are the pink of courteous Aldermen. _Gripe._ You are the muffler of secrecy. _Joy._ You are the head-band of Justice. _Gripe._ Thank you, sweet Mrs. Joyner; do you think so indeed? You are--you are the bonfire of devotion. _Joy._ You are the bellows of zeal. _Gripe._ You are the cupboard of charity. _Joy._ You are the fob of liberality. _Gripe._ You are the rivet of sanctified love or wedlock. _Joy._ You are the pick-lock and dark-lantern of policy; and in a word a conventicle of virtues. _Gripe._ Your servant, your servant, sweet Mrs. Joyner! You have stopped my mouth. _Joy._ Your servant, your servant, sweet Alderman! I have nothing to say. Indelicacy in words has by this time become very much reduced, although here and there we find some cant expressions of the day which shock our sensibilities. Much refinement in this respect could not be expected at a period where a young lady of fortune could be represented as calling her maid, and afterwards herself, a "damned jade," and a lady from the country as saying she had not yet had "her bellyful of sights" in London. "The Plain Dealer" is a naval captain in the time of the Dutch war. Olivia says, "If he be returned, then shall I be pestered again with his boisterous sea-love; have my alcove smell like a cabin, my chamber perfumed with his tarpaulin Brandenburgh, and hear volleys of brandy-sighs, enough to make a fog in one's room. Foh! I hate a lover that smells like Thames Street." The Plain Dealer, _i.e._, the sea-captain Manly, meets with a lawyer, and they converse in this way, _Manly._ Here's a lawyer I know threatening us with another greeting. _Lawyer._ Sir! Sir! your very servant; I was afraid you had forgotten me. _Man._ I was not afraid you had forgotten me. _Law._ No, Sir; we lawyers have pretty good memories. _Man._ You ought to have by your wits. _Law._ O, you are a merry gentleman, Sir; I remember you were merry when I was last in your company. _Man._ I was never merry in your com
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