. Christmas cheer [electronic resource]: in three courses, more than ordinary ones, and where every guest will get his dessert, and a taste of those choice spirits, "that cheer but not inebriate," . ss Lcbatt, in a linely measure, and withpointed tues, toivitrds the 0. P. stage box; and after-wards recalls in the same manner. Then Miss Lebuttpermits Mr. Jlild to put his arm round Iter waist, andthey whirl rapidly round, finally disappearing at theprompt entrance, amidst unanimous cries of encore.)Enter IIlGIILOW JaCK, 2\o one here! (beckons off.) You may come, sir. 1,Uter Fo
. Christmas cheer [electronic resource]: in three courses, more than ordinary ones, and where every guest will get his dessert, and a taste of those choice spirits, "that cheer but not inebriate," . ss Lcbatt, in a linely measure, and withpointed tues, toivitrds the 0. P. stage box; and after-wards recalls in the same manner. Then Miss Lebuttpermits Mr. Jlild to put his arm round Iter waist, andthey whirl rapidly round, finally disappearing at theprompt entrance, amidst unanimous cries of encore.)Enter IIlGIILOW JaCK, 2\o one here! (beckons off.) You may come, sir. 1,Uter Forest. Forest. The base-born scoundrel, then, has escapedmy vengeance; but I 11 be even with him yet. Nowto business. Jack. I m ready for anything. Forest. My debts must be paid. To-night I shallfire my uncle Lord Nohearts house, and escape withthe jewels in the confusion : you will be there ? Jaclc. Of course. Forest (walking off). Ha, what do I see ? Thebailiffs have tracked me ; they come. Jack. To the river : a boat! a boat!Bill rushes from house. A BOWL OF PUNCH. 43 Bill. Here you are, sir.(They jump into boat at the pier as the bailiffs enter.)Forest. To the Lion Brewery ! Saved! saved!. Grand Tableau. End of Act I. ACT II. SCENE.—Drawing-room in Lord NoHEARTs Ladvt Amelia A. What can detain my Epping! Mywomans heart tells me I love him. Ha! my Lord A. Why so melancholy, my lord ?Lord N. Because I never knew the fate of myfirst-born child. Lady A. Your sorrows interest me. What becameof him ? Lord N. Listen.(He draws tivo chairs to the front; audience dispose themselves to sleep.) is now four-and-twenty years ago—Lady A. Impossible ! Lord N. But true. She left me in the dead—Lady A. The dead !Lord y. Of night. 44 A HOWL OF PUNCH.
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