Oh Madam! out of breath with astonishment!—­What think you:—­I am the confidante of Lord Hallum’s passion;—­with permission too of the earl and countess.—­Heavens! and can you guess, Madam, who it is he loves?—­Adieu, my dear,—­dear Dean!—­Need I say more?—­Will you not spare the blushes of your happy daughter,

E. DELVES.

FINIS.