Lord Oldborough, meanwhile, who had been satisfied by the perusal of the letter, and by Mr. Percy’s information, waited for his arrival with extreme impatience. He was walking up and down his room, and looking frequently at his watch, which he believed more than once to have stopped. At length the door opened. “Mr. Percy, and Mr. Henry, my lord.” Lord Oldborough’s eye darted upon Henry. Struck instantly with the resemblance to the mother, Lord Oldborough rushed forward, and clasping him in his arms, exclaimed, “My son!” Tenderness, excessive tenderness, was in his look, voice, soul, as if he wished to repair in a moment the injustice of years. “Yes,” said Lord Oldborough, “_now_ I am happy--_now_, I also, Mr. Percy, may be proud of a son--I too shall know the pleasures of domestic life. Now I am happy!” repeated he, “And, pleased, resigned To tender passions all his mighty mind.” _March 26th, 1813._ END OF PATRONAGE. COMIC DRAMAS. LOVE AND LAW A DRAMA. IN THREE ACTS. DRAMATIS PERSONÆ MEN. MR. CARVER, of Bob’s Fort . . _A Justice of the Peace in Ireland._ OLD MATTHEW McBRIDE . . . . _A rich Farmer._ PHILIP McBRIDE . . . . . _His Son._ RANDAL ROONEY . . . . . _Son of the Widow Catherine Rooney --a Lover of Honor McBride._ MR. GERALD O’BLANEY . . . . _A Distiller._ PATRICK COXE . . . . . _Clerk to Gerald O’Blaney._ WOMEN. MRS. CARVER . . . . . _Wife of Mr. Carver._ MISS BLOOMSBURY . . . . . _A fine London Waiting-maid of Mrs. Carver’s._ MRS. CATHERINE ROONEY, _commonly called_ CATTY ROONEY . . . . _A Widow--Mother of Randal Rooney._ HONOR McBRIDE . . . . . . _Daughter of Matthew McBride, and Sister of Philip McBride._ A Justice’s Clerk--a Constable--Witnesses--and two Footmen. LOVE AND LAW ACT I. SCENE I. _A Cottage.--A Table--Breakfast._ _HONOR McBRIDE, alone._ _Honor._ Phil!--(_calls_)--Phil, dear! come out. _Phil._--(_answers from within_) Wait till I draw on my boots! _Honor._ Oh, I may give it up: he’s full of his new boots--and singing, see! _Enter PHIL McBRIDE, dressed in the height of the Irish buck-farmer fashion, singing,_ “Oh the boy of Ball’navogue! Oh the dasher! oh the rogue! He’s the thing! and he’s the pride Of town and country, Phil McBride-- All the talk of shoe and brogue! Oh the boy of Ball’navogue!” There’s a song to the praise and glory of your--of your brother, Honor! And who made it, do you think, girl? _Honor._ Miss Caroline Flaherty, no doubt. But, dear Phil, I’ve a favour to ask of you.