Mrs. T.--And pray, sir, what is Mr. Macbean?[63]

Dr. J.--Madam, he is a Scotchman: he is a man of great learning, and

for his learning I respect him, and I wish to serve him. He knows many

languages, and knows them well; but he knows nothing of life. I advised

him to write a geographical dictionary; but I have lost all hopes of his

doing anything properly, since I found he gave as much labour to Capua

as to Rome.

Mr. T.--And pray who is clerk of your kitchen, sir?

Dr. J.--Why, sir, I am afraid there is none; a general anarchy prevails

in my kitchen, as I am told by Mr. Levat,[64] who says it is not now

what it used to be!

Mrs. T.--Mr. Levat, I suppose, sir, has the office of keeping the

hospital in health? for he is an apothecary.

Dr. J.--Levat, madam, is a brutal fellow, but I have a good regard for

him; for his brutality is in his manners, not his mind.

Mr. T.--But how do you get your dinners drest?

Dr. J.--Why De Mullin has the chief management of the kitchen; but our

roasting is not magnificent, for we have no jack.

Mr. T.--No jack? Why, how do they manage without?

Dr. J.--Small joints, I believe, they manage with a string, larger are

done at the tavern. I have some thoughts (with profound gravity) of

buying a jack, because I think a jack is some credit to a house.

Mr. T.--Well, but you'll have a spit, too?

Dr. J.--No, sir, no; that would be superfluous; for we shall never use

it; and if a jack is seen, a spit will be presumed!

Mrs. T.--But pray, sir, who is the Poll you talk of? She that you used

to abet in her quarrels with Mrs. Williams, and call out, “At her again,

Poll! Never flinch, Poll.”[65]

Dr. J.--Why, I took to Poll very well at first, but she won't do upon a

nearer examination.

Mrs. T.--How came she among you, sir?

Dr. J.--Why I don't rightly remember, but we could spare her very well

from us. Poll is a stupid slut; I had some hopes of her at first; but

when I talked to her tightly and closely, I could make nothing of her;

she was wiggle waggle, and I could never persuade her to be categorical,

I wish Miss Burney would come among us; if she would only give _us_ a

week, we should furnish her with ample materials for a new scene in her

next work.

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