d as he then was, the prey of harpies, the
jest of his friends on 'Change, the world's uncared-for waif. These
visions wholly changed his nature, and he becomes benevolent,
charitable, and cheerful, loving all, and by all beloved.--C. Dickens,
_A Christmas Carol_ (in five staves, 1843).

=Scrow=, the clerk of Lawyer Glossin.--Sir W. Scott, _Guy Mannering_ (time
George II.).

=Scrub=, a man-of-all-work to Lady Bountiful. He describes his duties
thus;

Of a Monday I drive the coach, of a Tuesday I drive the plough, on
Wednesday I follow the hounds, on Thursday I dun the tenants, on
Friday I go to market, on Saturday I draw warrants, and on Sunday I
draw beer.--Geo. Farquhar, _The Beaux' Stratagem_, iii. 4 (1707).

=Scrubin'da=, the lady who "lived by the scouring of pots in Dyot Street,
Bloomsbury Square."

Oh, was I a quart, pint, or gill,
To be scrubbed by her delicate hands!...
My parlor that's next to the sky
I'd quit, her blest mansion to share;
So happy to live and to die
In Dyot Street, Bloomsbury Square.

W. B. Rhodes, _Bombastes Furioso_ (1790).

=Scruple=, the friend of Random. He is too honest for a rogue, and too
conscientious for a rake. At Calais he met Harriet, the elder daughter
of Sir David Dunder, of Dunder Hall, near Dover, and fell in love with
her. Scruple subsequently got invited to Dunder Hall, and was told that
his Harriet was to be married next day to Lord Snolt, a stumpy, "gummy"
fogey of five and forty. Harriet hated the idea, and agreed to elope
with Scruple; but her father discovered by accident the intention, and
intercepted it. However, to prevent scandal, he gave his consent to the
union, and discovered that Scruple, both in family and fortune, was
quite suitable for a son-in-law.--G. Colman, _Ways and Means_ (1788).

=Scu'damour= (_Sir_), the knight beloved by Am'oret (whom Britomart
delivered from Busyrane, the enchanter), and whom she ultimately
married. He is called Scudamour (3 _syl._) from [_e_]_scu d'amour_ ("the
shield of love"), which he carried (bk. iv. 10). This shield was hung by
golden bands in the temple of Venus, and under it was written:
"WHOSOEVER BE THIS SHIELD, FAIRE AMORET BE HIS." Sir Scudamour,
determined to win the prize, had to fight with twenty combatants,
overthrew them all, and the shield was his. When he saw Amoret in the
company of Britomart, dressed as a knight, he was racked with jealou