_Florid._ There Monsieur l'Abbé, I have been chiefly Instrumental--I have exploded all his former Notions made him acquainted with Plastic Nature and have wandered with him in academic Groves. (_Enter_ JACK BROUGHTON) _Jack._ Jarnie! Ventribleu! Que la preste m'etouffe--never tell me Man--furies! Death and Rage! What! All my things siez'd upon at the Custom House. I shall make my address to the Comptroller of the Finances or the Fermiers Generaux--I'll commence a Procés Verbal--Florid, did you ever hear of such a thing? Monsieur Abbé ayez pitié de moi--my Embroideries, my Laces, my Silks, my Pompons for the Ladies, all siez'd by the unmannerly Brutes-- _Abbé._ You call dis Liberty and Property, I tink in dis country. _Jack._ Liberty and Property! Robbery and Arbitrary Powers to strip a Gentleman at this rate! But rot 'em, they have been making Piracies upon us for several Months past. _Abbé._ Mais, ne vous derangez pas, Monsieur. _Jack._ Non, mon cher Abbé Millamour--I'll not derange myself about it. _Abbé._ Ecoutez mon cher Enfant--you must be toujours gai; and if par hazard, you are met en colère you must swear wid an air--que la peste m'etouffe--ça ne vaut rien. But I give you a Book of Oats made by a Swiss Officer, improve by an English Captain of Marine and finish by a Gascon Abbé, who lose all his Money at Trick-track. _Jack._ Mon cher Abbé, you are too good. _Florid._ And I shall dedicate you a System of the most refin'd and true Philosophy--it is partly from the French, and I call it the Theory of Agreeable Sensations. _Jack._ That will give me a reputation for the Belles Lettres; but come, let me see if my arrival is mentioned dans les Affiches--le voila. "Yesterday arriv'd at his Father Sir Robert Broughton's John Broughton, Esq. from his Travels abroad, and we hear that a treaty of Marriage is on foot, and will speedily be consumated between him and Miss Harriet Quicksett, a beautiful young Lady and an Heiress." Pardie! C'est bien suprenant; do my dear Florid, order my vis-a-vis, that I may go abroad and contradict this Rumor. Matrimony is too plain a dish, and what I believe I shall never sit down to--I possibly may go to an Ordinary, but that will only be for a Smack and away--at least if I ever should take up with it, I shall be sure to have it better season'd to my Palate, than mon cher Pere intends. My dear Abbé, I have brought you to a strange country.