"for an honest man to make any figure in the world by it."

It is to be hoped, however, that the honorable Baronet, though so scrupulously just in his principles, was, for once, a little out in his judgment. Be that as it may, the great theatre of fashion of the present day would certainly not be so much crowded with figurantes of every description, if the profits of trade were limited by honesty and justice;-nor would your tailor's bill be quite so high, Mr. Dandy;-neither would your shoemaker drive his curricle with a pair of beautiful bays, and an elegantly dressed female by his side, unless he levied a pretty high fine upon you and your companions, to enable him to do so. It may well be said the world's turned topsyturvy, for the rage for grandeur infects every class of society. Each tries to outdo his neighbour; and a wealthy Trader may now be seen living in splendor and luxury, quite equal to the first Nobles of the land, and far superior to the well-born and best-bred Gentry of the times. The encouragement they meet with emboldens them to assume upon their wealth; they get a box at the opera ;-drive out on a Sunday, not in an humble gig, as formerly, to take the air after being confined a week behind the counter, but to cut a dash in a superb carriage, and an equipage suitable with modern grandeur. And thus they make their way in circles where their forefathers would not have been admitted to stand behind a chair!!

So flagrant is the assurance of these half-bred gentry, that they scruple not to push for precedence, and treat with utter contempt many of their superiors in birth, rank, and education; and sometimes actually look forward to an alliance with some family of distinction. It is a notorious fact, that one of those celebrated Crispins well known at the west-end of the town, offered, a few years back, to liquidate a young Nobleman's debt, and give him ten thousand pounds to boot, to make a Lady of his daughter!-stating, at the same time, that she was a proficient in all the fashionable accomplishments of the day. The proposal, however, was rejected with indignation, and treated with the contempt it deserved.

NUMBER XXXI.

ON THE FOLLY OF THROWING
PEARLS TO SWINE.

I grant, in body and in mind,
Nature appears profusely kind.

Trust not to that:-act you your part;
Imprint just morals on their heart;
Impartially their talents scan:
Just education forms the man.

DRUDGENA,-for since a refinement in all sorts and conditions of men and manners has taken place, as well in the distant wealds and mountains, as in the flourishing cities of our great empire, the vulgar names of Molly, Betty, and Sue, are become totally extinct.

For the ear of a well-dressed and comely damsel to be assailed with such barbarous epithets would be monstrous ! Names more suitable with the refinement of the times have accordingly crept in with other improvements; and in the next edition of Entick's Catalogue of Christian Names, we shall, in all probability, behold a list enlarged and embellished, for the benefit of those

modern divinities who are possessed with a mania for heathenish practices. Abigalia, Letticia, Dorothea, Magdalena, Charlotta, and Drudgena, are sounds that vibrate on the senses, and put the limbs in double motion. But what effect can the vile abominable cry of Sukey-Abigail-LettyDrudge or Dolly, produce upon the heavy leaden heels of those who are doomed by God-mothers to answer to such hideous names? They must be Italianized or Frenchified; the effect will then be brilliant! Effect is every thing! so every thing must have effect. And by enchantment leaden heels may turn to feathered wings, and with their victims fly away.

But what a digression! When authors are once upon the wing, pressed forward by a sudden revolution in the upper regions,-away they go! and sometimes fly they know not whither; losing half their wits before they can find their way back to the spot from whence they took their departure! Pray then have pity, good stranger, on their lost condition, and greet them kindly on their safe

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From a neat little farm, the residence of Drudgena's parents, was this digression made. To this neat little farm, then, must the author return, or the daughter will be fled. She already feels a disgust for the occupations to which she was bred, and declares she will no longer assist in the drudgery of a farm-house. Her parents are honest, hard-working people, whose well-cultivated acres

by their industry and frugality, afforded them not only the necessaries, but the comforts, and even the luxuries of life. In fine, their indefatigable exertions, during the great military harvest that smiled around the different stations of the warriors to whom they were indebted for their prosperity; soon enabled them to release their daughter from the occupations to which she had been accustomed, and to send her to a neighbouring boarding school, to learn to dance, and read, and write, and play, agreeably to her inclination.

'I should like to give her a little larning, poor thing;-'tis a hard case not to be able to do like other folks," said the good Dame to her husband one day, as they were filling the basket with eggs, butter, and poultry, for the daughter to carry to market. "She's been a good girl hitherto. See, Master, how nicely she's made up the butter, and how plump the chicken are!--they're all of her own rearing. She's no notion of being outdone by her neighbours-nor more she shan't neither; for go to school she shall, an that's poz."

"Go to the D-1, Dame! Why who's to go to market? who's to make the butter? who's to feed the pigs? and who's to rear the poultry?"

"Oh! leave that to me I'll do all that;" replies the good-natured mother. "Captain O'Flirty said but the other day 'twas a shame to keep her so hard at work-fetch her in directly,' says he, ' and let her dress herself for a walk with me ;why she'll be as brown as a berry exposed to the