The Wilmingtonian., 1823-10-16
SINGULAR DIALOGUE.

aracted IRON very scarce work, is from
tie admirable pen of DIR. Sheridan, Of lite-
Irary memory, we say enough to induce the
Ireader to peruse it with attention. The
author was on visit to distant relation,
IA sprightly female, who had been married
|about ten years.-IIer husband was bon
uiUant, who loved his bottle, and provided
he could enjoy the present moment, never
Thought of the next. "We were introdu-
Iced," says the author, "and found the ta-
Die covered with excellent viands, and
bottle of sparkling champaign. This sum
shine was for moment darkened by an
Ienvious cloud, which sometimes darkens
the matrimonial sky-even the most Sc
rene. When the husband entered, the fol-
flowing conversation commenced" (Mr.
Sheridan calls it /" Receipt to brew a
Stormy
Husband. Woman aye
Wife. You are always railing at Ous
sex.
II. And without reason?
w. Without either rhyme or reason:
Ou'd be miserable beings without us, for
all that.
H. Sometimes there's no general rule
without an exception; l could name some
Very good women.
w. Without the head, suppose!
II. With head, and with heart too.
w. That's wonder.
H. 1t would be stll greater, if could
not; for instance, there's Mrs. Dawson,
the best Of wives always at hone, when
ever you call, always neat and clean, sober
and discreet.
w. wish you were tie0 to her. AL
ways at home the greatest gossip in the
parish she may well smile, she has no
thing to ruRle her temper; aeat and clean
she has nothing to do but keep herself
so,-SOber,-she can take glass az we'll
las her neighbours; discreet,-that's ano-
ther word-but detest scandal; rm sur
prised you don't say say she is handsonel
II. So she is in my eyes.
w. You've fine eye, to be sure ynu
are an excellent judge of beauty; what
do you think of her nose?
II. She is fine woman in spite of her
nose.
w. Fine feathers make fine birds: she
can paint her withered cheeks, and pencil
her eyebrows.
II. You can do the same, if you please.
w. My cheeks do not want paint, nor
my eyebrows want penci,ing.
II. True: the rose of beauty is on your
cheeks, and your brow is the bow Of Gu
nd.
w. You once thought so but that
moving mummy Molly Dawsoa is your fa-
vourite. She's-let me see--no GOSSIP;
aud yet she's found in every house but her
own; she is so silent, too. when she has all
the clack to herself; her tongue is as thin
as sixpence with talk ng with a pair of
eyes burnt in the socket, and painted pam
nels too and ther, as to scandal,-bnt
ler tongues no scandal
II. Take care, there's such thing as
standing in white sheet.
w. By! you would provoke
saint
H. You seem to be getting into a pas
lion.
w. Is it wonder? A white sheet!
iou ought to be tossed in blanket. Hand
ONE. l can't forget that word; my charms
re lost upon such senseess fellow as
-Ou.
II. The charms of your tongue?
w. Don't provoke me, or I'll fling this
ish at your head.
H. Well, | have done.
w. But have not done: wish I had
rowned myself the first day | saw you.
IL. 1t is not ton late.
w. I'D see you hung first.
II. You'd be the first to cut me down.
w. Then l ought to be tied up in
our stead.
II. I'D cut you down,
w. You wOulds
II. Yes, but I'D take care you we're
cad first.
w. Insufferable can't bear this any
nger
Ii. Then it is time for me TO withdraw;
see by your eyes the storm is collecting.
w. And it shall burst on your head.
II. I'll save my poor head, if | can. a
'od retreat is better man bad battle.
(Iusband flies, the dishes lily after hlm.l