MRS. PRIOR.--Bless you, bless you, noble, admirable woman! Don't take it away! I must, I WILL kiss your dear, generous hand! Take a mother's, a widow's blessings, Lady Kicklebury--the blessings of one who has known misfortune and seen better days, and thanks heaven--yes, heaven!--for the protectors she has found! LADY K.--You said--you had--several children, I think, my good Mrs. Prior? MRS. PRIOR.--Three boys--one, my eldest blessing, is in a wine-merchant's office--ah, if Mr. Milliken WOULD but give him an order! an order from THIS house! an order from Lady Kicklebury's son-in-law!-- LADY K.--It shall be done, my good Prior--we will see. MRS. PRIOR.--Another, Adolphus, dear fellow! is in Christ's Hospital. It was dear, good Mr. Milliken's nomination. Frederick is at Merchant Taylor's: my darling Julia pays his schooling. Besides, I have two girls--Amelia, quite a little toddles, just the size, though not so beautiful--but in a mother's eyes all children are lovely, dear Lady Kicklebury--just the size of your dear granddaughter, whose clothes would fit her, I am sure. And my second, Charlotte, a girl as tall as your ladyship, though not with so fine a figure. "Ah, no, Shatty!" I say to her, "you are as tall as our dear patroness, Lady Kicklebury, whom you long so to see; but you have not got her ladyship's carriage and figure, child." Five children have I, left fatherless and penniless by my poor dear husband--but heaven takes care of the widow and orphan, madam--and heaven's BEST CREATURES feed them!--YOU know whom I mean. LADY K.--Should you not like, would you object to take--a frock or two of little Arabella's to your child? and if Pinhorn, my maid, will let me, Mrs. Prior, I will see if I cannot find something against winter for your second daughter, as you say we are of a size. MRS. PRIOR.--The widow's and orphans' blessings upon you! I said my Charlotte was as tall, but I never said she had such a figure as yours--who has? CHARLES announces-- CHARLES.--Mrs. Bonnington! [Enter MRS. BONNINGTON.] MRS. B.--How do you do, Lady Kicklebury? LADY K.--My dear Mrs. Bonnington! and you come to dinner of course? MRS. B.--To dine with my own son, I may take the liberty. How are my grandchildren? my darling little Emily, is she well, Mrs. Prior? LADY K. [aside].--Emily? why does she not call the child by her blessed mother's name of Arabella? [To MRS. B.] ARABELLA is quite well, Mrs. Bonnington. Mr. Squillings said it was nothing; only her grandmamma Bonnington spoiling her, as usual. Mr. Bonnington and all your numerous young folk are well, I hope? MRS. B.--My family are all in perfect health, I thank you. Is Horace come home from the city? LADY K.--Goodness! there's the dinner-bell,--I must run to dress. MRS. PRIOR.--Shall I come with you, dear Lady Kicklebury? LADY K.--Not for worlds, my good Mrs. Prior. [Exit Lady K.]