r know what we may come to! but your fate will be
a warning and example for me, if Mr. Knickerbocker
should take it into his head to leave me a widow.
VEDDER. Mrs. Vedder, what are you whispering about there?
DAME. Nothing!
VEDDER. Well, don't whisper it any more.
ALICE. [_Aside_, to DAME.] Come along with me.
VEDDER. Mrs. Vedder, take yourself out of the room.
ALICE. Mr. Knickerbocker, I shall expect you to follow me
immediately.

[_Exeunt_ ALICE _and_ DAME.

KNICKERBOCKER. And this is the last day of the term fixed on by the
agreement!
VEDDER. Yes; and Herman is resolute, and so am I.
KNICKERBOCKER. I am sorry for poor Lowena.
VEDDER. She shouldn't have had a fool for a father.
KNICKERBOCKER. It was unfortunate, but I can't exactly see that it
was her fault. [_Exeunt._

SCENE III.

_The Town of_ RIP'S _nativity, instead of the Village as presented in
first scene of the drama.--It is now a populous and flourishing
settlement.--On the spot where_ RORY'S _tap-house formerly stood, is a
handsome hotel, and the sign of_ "George III" _is altered into that of_
"George Washington." _A settee in front, with table.--The harbour is filled
with shipping.--Music at the opening of the scene._

SETH

[SLOUGH,](144) _the landlord, enters from the Hotel.--Loud shouts._

SETH.

Well, I reckon the election's about bustin' up. If that temperance
feller gets in I'm bound to sell out; for a rum-seller will stand no
more chance with him than a bob-tail cow in fly time.--[_Laugh._]--Hollo!
who is this outlandish critter? he looks as if he had been dead for
fifty years and was dug up to vote against the temperance ticket.--

_Music.--Enter_ MALE _and_ FEMALE VILLAGERS, _laughing._(_145_)_--Enter_
RIP,--_they gather round him._

RIP.

Where I was I wonder? my neiber frints, "knost you ty spricken?"(146)

VILLAGERS.

Ha, ha, ha!

1ST VILLAGER.

I say, old feller, you ain't seed nothing of no old butter firkin with
no kiver on, no place about here?

RIP.

No butter firkin mit no kiver no place, no I ain't seen him.

VILLAGERS.

Ha, ha, ha!

1ST VILLAGER.

Who's your barber?--[_Strokes his chin.--All laugh and exeunt._

RIP.

I can't understand dis: everything seems changed.--[_Strok