he conclusion of the second
act; and so in point of fact they are taken by himself, for
the accommodation of such friends as he is quite aware are
willing to accommodate him with _a quid pro quo_.

How well would our Actors attend to their duties,
Our House save in oil, and our Authors in wit,

In lieu of yon lamps, if a row of young Beauties
Glanc'd light from their eyes between us and the Pit.

The apples that grew on the fruit-tree of knowledge
By Woman were pluck'd, and she still wears the prize,

To tempt us in Theatre, Senate, or College--
I mean the Love-apples that bloom in the eyes.

There too is the lash which, all statutes controlling,
Still governs the slaves that are made by the Fair,

For Man is the pupil who, while her eye's rolling,
Is lifted to rapture, or sunk in despair."

~131~~Tallyho eagerly listened to his friend's recitation of lines so
consonant with his own enraptured feelings; while his Cousin Dashall was
holding a conversation in dumb-show with some person at a distance,
who was presently recognized by Sparkle to be Mrs. G----den,{1} a
well-known frequenter of the House.

"Come," said he, "I see how it is with Tom--you may rely upon it he
will not stop long where he is, there is other game in view--he has but
little taste for Tragedy fiction, the Realities of Life are the objects
of his regard.

"Tis a fine Tragedy," continued he, addressing himself to Tom.

"Yes--yes," replied the other, "I dare say it is, but, upon my soul,
I know nothing about it--that is--I have seen it before, and I mean to
read it."

"Bless my heart!" said a fat lady in a back seat, "what a noise them
'are gentlemen does make--they talk so loud there 'ant no such thing
as seeing what is said--I wonder they don't make these here boxes more
bigger, for I declare I'm so scrouged I'm all in a--Fanny, did you bring
the rumperella for fear it should rain as we goes home?"

"Hush, Mother," said a plump-faced little girl, who sat along side of
her--"don't talk so loud, or otherwise every body will hear you instead
of the Performers, and that would be quite preposterous."

"Don't call me _posterous_ Miss; because you have been to school, and
learnt some _edification_, you thinks you are to do as you please with
me."

1 Mrs. G----den, a dashing Cyprian of the first order, wel