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Gentlemen, Ladies, Waiters, Servants, &c.




If we have sinn'd in paring down a name,
All civil well-bred authors do the same.
Survey the columns of our daily writers
You'll find that some Initials are great fighters.
How fierce the shock, how fatal is the jar,
When Ensign W. meets Lieutenant R.
With two stout seconds, just of their own gizard,
Cross Captain X. and rough old General Izzard !
Letter to Letter spreads the dire alarms,
Till half the Alphabet is up in arms.
Nor with less lustre have Initials shone,
To grace the gentler annals of Crim. Con.
Where the dispensers of the public lash
Soft penance give; a letter and a dash-
Where Vice reduced in size shrinks to a failing,
And loses half her grossness by curtailing.
Faux pas are told in such a modest way,–
The affair of Colonel B_ with Mrs. A-
You must forgive them for what is there, say,

Which such a pliant Vowel must not grant
To such a very pressing Consonant?
Or who poetic justice dares dispute,
When, mildly melting at a lover's suit,
The wife's a Liquid, her good man a Mute ?
Even in the homelier scenes of honest life,
The coarse-spun intercourse of man and wife,
Initials I am told bave taken place
Of Deary, Spouse, and that old-fashioned race ;
And Cabbage, ask'd by Brother Snip to tea,
Replies “ I'll come—but it don't rest with me
I always leaves them things to Mrs. C."
O should this mincing fashion ever spread
From names of living heroes to the dead,
How would Ambition sigh, and hang the head,
As each lov'd syllable should melt away-
Her Alexander turned into Great A-
A single C. her Cæsar to express-
Her Scipio shrunk into a Roman S-
And nick'd and dock'd to these new modes of speech
Great Hannibal himself a Mr. H.

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SCENE.—A Public Room in an Inn. Landlord,

Waiters, Gentlemen, &c.

Enter MR. H.

Mr. H. Landlord, has the man brought home my boots ?

Landlord. Yes, Sir.
Mr. H. You have paid him ?

Landlord. There is the receipt, Sir, only not quite filled up, no name, only blank—" Blank, Dr. to Zekiel Spanish for one pair of best hessians." Now, Sir, he wishes to know what name he shall put in, who he shall say

66 Dr.” Mr. H. Why, Mr. H. to be sure. Landlord. So I told him, Sir; but Zekiel has some

qualms about it. He says, he thinks that Mr. H. only would not stand good in law.

Mr. H. Rot his impertinence, bid him put in Nebuchadnezzar, and not trouble me with his scruples. Landlord. I shall, Sir.


Enter a Waiter.

Waiter. Sir, Squire Level's man is below, with a hare and a brace of pheasants for Mr. H.

Mr. H. Give the man half-a-crown, and bid him return my best respects to his master. Presents it seems will find me out, with any name or no name.

Enter 2d Waiter. 2d Waiter. Sir, the man that makes up the Directory is at the door.

Mr. H. Give him a shilling, that is what these fellows come for.

2d Waiter. He has sent up to know by what name your Honour will please to be inserted.

Mr. H. Zounds, fellow, I give him a shilling for leaving out my name, not for putting it in. This is one of the plaguy comforts of going anonymous.

[Exit 2d Waiter.

Enter 3d Waiter.

3d Waiter. Two letters for Mr. H. Mr. H. From Ladies (opens them).

[Exit. This from

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