This from Melesinda, to remind me of the morning-call I promised; the pretty creature positively languishes to be made Mrs.H.I believe I must indulge her (_affectedly_).

This from her cousin, to bespeak me to some party, I suppose (_opening it_),--Oh, "this evening"-- "Tea and cards"-- (_surveying himself with complacency_).

Dear H., thou art certainly a pretty fellow.

I wonder what makes thee such a favorite among the ladies: I wish it may not be owing to the concealment of thy unfortunate----pshaw! _Enter 4th Waiter._ _4th Waiter._ Sir, one Mr.Printagain is inquiring for you.
_Mr.H._ Oh, I remember, the poet; he is publishing by subscription.
Give him a guinea, and tell him he may put me down.
_4th Waiter_.

What name shall I tell him, Sir?
_Mr.H._ Zounds, he is a poet; let him fancy a name.
[_Exit 4th Waiter._ _Enter 5th Waiter._ _5th Waiter_.