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his words in order, as it were, than another; 'tis all but the gift of God, and why should a body be proud of it?

MISS MARTIN.

But folks will be proud of any gift, Mr. David, unless they be endued, like you, with the rare gift of modesty also.

DAVID.

Faith, young lady, you're in the rights of it there. Here's to your very good health: here's to your secret inclinations.

MISS MARTIN.

I thank you; but you are waggish as well as wise.

DAVID.

O yes, madam! nothing comes amiss to me. After I have been talking, mehap of the Pope, or the Emperor, or the land-tax, or the solemn league and covenant, I can just go and break my jests among the women as if I were no better than one of themselves.

MISS MARTIN.

How wonderfully condescending to the poor silly women!

DAVID.

O yes, madam, I have no pride about me; I can just talk like one of themselves. (Drinking to