_James._ Sir, here's _John Moody_'s just come to town; he says Sir _Francis_, and all the family, will be here to-night, and is in a great hurry to speak with you. _Man._ Where is he? _James._ At our house, Sir: He has been gaping and stumping about the streets, in his dirty boots, and asking every one he meets if they can tell him where he may have a good lodging for a parliament man, 'till he can hire a handsome whole house for himself and family, for the winter. _Man._ I am afraid, my Lord, I must wait upon Mr. _Moody_. Lord _Town._ Pr'ythee! let's have him here: he will divert us. _Man._ O my Lord! he's such a cub! Not but he's so near common sense, that he passes for a wit in the family. Lady _Grace._ I beg of all things we may have him: I am in love with Nature, let her dress be never so homely. _Man._ Then desire him to come hither, _James_. [_Exit ~James~._ Lady _Grace._ Pray what may be Mr. _Moody_'s post? _Man._ Oh! his _Maître d' Hôtel_, his butler, his bailiff, his hind, his huntsman; and sometimes----his companion. Lord _Town._ It runs in my head, that the moment this Knight has set him down in the house, he will get up, to give them the earliest proof of what importance he is to the public, in his own country. _Man._ Yes, and when they have heard him, he will find, that his utmost importance stands valued at----sometimes being invited to dinner. Lady _Grace._ And her Ladyship will make as considerable a figure, in her sphere too. _Man._ That you may depend upon; for (if I don't mistake) she has ten times more of the jade in her, than she yet knows of; and she will so improve in this rich soil, in a month, that she will visit all the ladies that will let her into their houses; and run in debt to all the shopkeepers that will let her into their books: In short, before her important spouse has made five pounds by his eloquence at _Westminster_, she will have lost five hundred at dice and _Quadrille_, in the parish of St. _James_'s. Lord _Town._ So that, by that time he is declared unduly elected, a swarm of duns will be ready for their money; and his worship----will be ready for a jail. _Man._ Yes, yes, that I reckon will close the account of this hopeful journey to _London_----But see, here comes the fore-horse of the team! _Enter John ~Moody~._ Oh! Honest _John_! _John Moody._ Ad's waunds and heart, Measter _Manly_! I'm glad I ha' fun ye. Lawd! lawd! give me a buss! Why that's friendly naw! Flesh! I thought we should never ha' got hither! Well! and how d'ye do, Measter?----Good lack! I beg pardon for my bauldness----I did not see 'at his Honour was here. Lord _Town._ Mr. _Moody_, your servant; I am glad to see you in _London_. I hope all the family is well. _John Moody._ Thanks be praised your honour, they are in pretty good heart; thof' we have had a power of crosses upo' the road.