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reward--lose not a moment.

Your friend,
MANDEVILLE."

I must be gone immediately.

_Enter JASPER and JENKINS from the cottage._

JASPER. Ah! Lenox, my boy, good morning to you. Why Christine, you have
had a long ramble with the invalid.

CHRISTINE. Lenox leaves us immediately, dear father; the army is on the
march.

JASPER. Well, he goes in good time, and may success attend him. Ods my
life, when I was young, the sound of the drum and fife was like the
music of the spheres, and the noise and bustle of a battle was more
cheering to me, than "the hunter's horn in the morning." You will not
forget us, Lenox, will you?

LENOX. Forget ye? Never--I should be the most ungrateful of men, could I
forget that endearing attention which poured oil into my wounds, and
comforted the heart of a desponding and mutilated soldier. No, Jasper,
no; while life remains, yourself and daughter shall never cease to live
in my grateful remembrance.

[_CHRISTINE and LENOX enter the cottage._

_Pastoral Music.--Peasants are seen winding down the mountains, headed
by JERRY, dressed for a festive occasion, with white favours, nosegays,
&c._

JERRY. Here I am, farmer Jasper--come to claim Miss Crissy as my wife,
according to your promise, and have brought all my neighbours. How do
you do?

JASPER. Well--quite well--and these are all your neighbours?

JERRY. Yes--there's Bob Short, the tanner; Nick Anvil, the blacksmith;
Patty, the weaver's daughter--and the rest of 'em; come here, Patty,
make a curtchey to the old soger--[_PATTY comes forward._]--a pretty
girl! I could have had her, but she wanted edication--she wanted the
airs and graces, as our schoolmaster says.

JASPER. Well, farmer, you are an honest man, but I fear my Christine
will not approve this match, commenced without her advice, and concluded
without her consent. Then her education has been so different from--

JERRY. O, fiddle-de-dee, I don't mind how larned she is, so much the
better--she can teach me to parlyvoo, and dance solos and duets, and
such elegant things, when I've done ploughing.

JASPER. But I'm not sure that she will like you.

JERRY. Not like me? Come, that's a good one; only look at my
movements--why she can't resist me. I'm the boy for a race, for an
apple-paring or quilting frolic--fight a cock, hunt an opossum, or snare
a partridge with any