_O’Dogh._ Why a new kind of a London English, that’s no more like our Irish English, than a coxcomb’s fine gilded chariot like a Glassmanogue noddy.--Why what name do you think she went by when she was in England? _Coun._ Why, what name dare she go by but Dogherty? _O’Dogh._ Dogherty!--ogho--upon my honour she startles when she hears the name of Dogherty, and blushes, and is as much ashamed as if a man had spoke bawdy to her.--No, no, my dear, she is no longer the plain, modest, good-natured, domestic, obedient Irish Mrs. O’Dogherty, but the travelled, rampant, high-lif’d, prancing English Mrs. Diggerty. _Coun._ Ha, ha, ha! Mrs. Diggerty! ridiculous! _O’Dogh._ Ay, ridiculous indeed! to change her name--was there ever such impertinence? But do you know, brother, among the rest of your sister’s whims and madnesses, that she is turned a great politician too concerning my name. _Coun._ Ha, ha, ha! a politician!--Why how in the name of wonder and common sense can politics and the name of Dogherty be connected? _O’Dogh._ O it’s a wonder indeed!--but strange as it is, they are connected--but very ridiculously as you may imagine. _Coun._ But, prithee, by what means? _O’Dogh._ Why, you must know, we are to have an election shortly for the county that I live in, which young Lord Turnabout wants to carry for one of his own gang; and as the election in a great measure depends upon my interest, the young fox, knowing the conceit and vanity of my wife, has taken her by her favourite foible, and tickled it up, by telling her that if I direct my interest properly, it would not be difficult to procure me a title. Now, sir, this piece of flattery has stirred up such a rage of quality and title in her giddy head, that I cannot rest night or day for her importunity--in short, she would have me desert my friends, and sell myself, my honour, and my country, as several others have done before me, merely for a title, only that she may take place of a parcel of foolish idle women, and sink the antient name of Dogherty in the upstart title of Lady Thingum, my Lady Fiddle Faddle, or some such ridiculous nonsense. _Coun._ But, sir, pray pause a little upon this business--my sister’s vanity, I grant you, may be ridiculous--but though you despise titles and ostentation, yet, as your interest can certainly make the member, were I in your circumstances, I would have a voice in the senate of my country--go into parliament for the county yourself.