_O’Dogh._ Pray, let me see it--“Mrs. Mulroony makes her compliments to Mrs. Murrogh O’Dogherty and likewise to Mr. Murrogh O’Dogherty, and hopes to have the favour of their company on Sunday the 17th instant, to play at cards, sup, and spend the evening, with Lady Kinnegad, Mrs. Cardmark, Miss Brag, Mr. Mushroom, Cornet Basilisk, Sir Anthony All-Night, Major Gamble, and a very jolly party.”--Here, John, take it to your mistress--I have nothing to say to it. (_Exit_ John)--Well done Mrs. Mulroony--faith, and it well becomes your father’s daughter, and your husband’s wife, to play at cards upon a Sunday. She is another of the fine ladies of this country, who, like my wife, is sending her soul to the devil, and her husband to a gaol as fast as she can. The booby has scarce a thousand pounds a year in the world, yet he spends above two thousand in equipage, taste, high life, and jolly parties--besides what his fool of a wife loses to that female sharper, my Lady Kinnegad and her jolly party; which, if I may judge by my own wife, is at least a good two thousand more; so that by the rule of subtraction, take four thousand pounds a year out of one, and in a very little time nothing will remain but a gaol, or an escape in the packet on Connaught Monday. _Enter_ William _shewing in Counsellor_ Hamilton. _Will._ Counsellor Hamilton. [_Exit_ William. _O’Dogh._ Counsellor, you are welcome to Dublin. _Coun._ Brother, I am extremely glad to see you. _O’Dogh._ By my faith, and so am I you. Odzooks give us a kiss, man: I give you my honour I am as glad to see you in Dublin at this juncture, as I should to see a hundred head of fat bullocks upon my own land, all ready for Ballinasloe Fair. _Coun._ Sir, your humble servant. That is a great compliment from you, brother, I know. _O’Dogh._ It is a very true one I assure you. _Coun._ Well, I see by the news-papers that my sister is returned from her coronation frolic, and in health I suppose, or you would have wrote me word had it been otherwise. _O’Dogh._ Yes, yes, she is in health indeed, and returned with a vengeance. _Coun._ Pray what is the matter? _O’Dogh._ Ogho! enough is the matter, the devil an inhabitant in Swift’s Hospital for Lunatics, is in a worse pickle than she is. _Coun._ You surprise me!--in what respect, pray? _O’Dogh._ Why, with a distemper that she has brought over with her from England, which will, in a little time, I am afraid, infect the whole nation. _Coun._ Pray, what may that be? _O’Dogh._ Sir, it is called the Irish fine Lady’s delirium, or the London vertigo; if you were to hear her when the fit is upon her--oh, she is as mad--the devil a thing in this poor country but what gives her the spleen, and the vapours--then such a phrenzy of admiration for every thing in England--and, among the rest of her madness, she has brought over a new language with her. _Coun._ What do you mean by a new language?