t with so fine a figure. "Ah, no, Shatty!" I say
to her, "you are as tall as our dear patroness, Lady Kicklebury, whom
you long so to see; but you have not got her ladyship's carriage and
figure, child." Five children have I, left fatherless and penniless by
my poor dear husband--but heaven takes care of the widow and orphan,
madam--and heaven's BEST CREATURES feed them!--YOU know whom I mean.

LADY K.--Should you not like, would you object to take--a frock or two
of little Arabella's to your child? and if Pinhorn, my maid, will let
me, Mrs. Prior, I will see if I cannot find something against winter for
your second daughter, as you say we are of a size.

MRS. PRIOR.--The widow's and orphans' blessings upon you! I said
my Charlotte was as tall, but I never said she had such a figure as
yours--who has?

CHARLES announces--

CHARLES.--Mrs. Bonnington! [Enter MRS. BONNINGTON.]

MRS. B.--How do you do, Lady Kicklebury?

LADY K.--My dear Mrs. Bonnington! and you come to dinner of course?

MRS. B.--To dine with my own son, I may take the liberty. How are my
grandchildren? my darling little Emily, is she well, Mrs. Prior?

LADY K. [aside].--Emily? why does she not call the child by her blessed
mother's name of Arabella? [To MRS. B.] ARABELLA is quite well, Mrs.
Bonnington. Mr. Squillings said it was nothing; only her grandmamma
Bonnington spoiling her, as usual. Mr. Bonnington and all your numerous
young folk are well, I hope?

MRS. B.--My family are all in perfect health, I thank you. Is Horace
come home from the city?

LADY K.--Goodness! there's the dinner-bell,--I must run to dress.

MRS. PRIOR.--Shall I come with you, dear Lady Kicklebury?

LADY K.--Not for worlds, my good Mrs. Prior. [Exit Lady K.]

MRS. PRIOR.--How do you do, my DEAR madam? Is dear Mr. Bonnington QUITE
well? What a sweet, sweet sermon he gave us last Sunday. I often say
to my girl, I must not go to hear Mr. Bonnington, I really must not, he
makes me cry so. Oh! he is a great and gifted man, and shall I not have
one glimpse of him?

MRS. B.--Saturday evening, my good Mrs. Prior. Don't you know that my
husband never goes out on Saturday, having his sermon to compose?

MRS. P.--Oh, those dear, dear sermons! Do you know, madam, that my
little Adolphus, for whom your son's bounty procured his place at
Christ's Hospital, was very much touched indeed, the dear child, with
Mr. Bonnington's discourse last Sunday three weeks, and refused to play