_Unchanged:_ But this can no more be alledged Congreve and other cotemporary authors melo-drame [most common spelling for this publication] the excressences of overloaded society Ella Rozenberg [this spelling is used in the header and first citation; later references use "Rosenberg"] put his hand to their heads and give them a lanch A poor fellow, half an ideot His coat and waiscoat were taken off _Corrected:_ From Edinburgh he went with the company [Edinburg] notwithstanding the difficulty [dfficulty] the reviewers spoke with decided approbation [appprobation] Is happy indeed if 'twas never deceiv'd in the adjustment of individual differences [idividual] While Reynolds vents his '_dammes_, _poohs_' and '_zounds_'[12] [word "and" italicized] _Index_: Missing or inconsistent punctuation has been silently regularized. _Poetry_ Soldier to his horse, 499 [tohis] Zengis, so unintelligible audience not understand it [word missing in original] * * * * * * * * * THE FOUNDLING OF THE FOREST: A PLAY. By WILLIAM DIMOND, Esq. Author of "Adrian and Orrila," "Hero of the North," "Hunter of the Alps," &c. &c. "And yet poor Edwin was no vulgar boy." _Beattie._ Published by Bradford and Inskeep, Philadelphia; Inskeep and Bradford, New-York; and William M'ilhennny, Boston. Smith and Maxwell, Printers. 1810. THE FOUNDLING OF THE FOREST. DRAMATIS PERSONAE. Count De Valmont. Baron Longueville. Florian, _a foundling adopted by De Valmont_. Bertrand, _valet to Longueville_. L'Eclair, _valet to Florian_. Gaspard, _an old domestic_. Sanguine, } _bravoes in the pay of Longueville_. Lenoire, } Geraldine, _niece to De Valmont_. Rosabelle, _her woman_. Monica, _an old woman_. Unknown Female. _Domestics, Peasants, Dancers, &c. &c._ SCENE--_The Chateau de Valmont and its environs, situate in the upper Alsace, near the River Rhine._ ACT I. SCENE I.--_A hall in the Chateau de Valmont._ Enter _Bertrand_, in agitation, followed by _Longueville_. _Ber._ Forbear, my lord! to urge me further.--Would you tempt me to insure perdition?--my soul is heavy enough with weight of crimes already. _Long._ Hypocrite! You, whom I have known in childhood--a villain, even from the cradle--committing crimes as pastimes--has your hand been exercised thus long in blood, to shake with conscience, and desert me now? _Ber._ I have, indeed, deserved reproaches, but not from your lips, my lord! Remember, for you it was this hand was first defiled with blood--remember, too--