The motley assembly, a farce. : Published for the entertainment of the curious.

Scene at the house of Mrs. Bubble.

Enter Mrs. Bubble and Betty.

Betty.

I have brought back the silk Ma'am; the lady says you have not sent all and refuses to take it again.

Mrs. Bubble.

Well I'll see about it: You may go.—

Exit Betty.

Bubble has refused to buy it for me; and I am determined nobody else shall have it.

Enter Bubble.

Bubble.

Do you go to the Assembly to-morrow evening my dear·

Mrs. Bubble.

No! that I shan't,—Yes I will too, and in my worst gown—But I am determined not to dance—Yes I will dance a minuet on purpose to mortify you by my dress; why Mr. Bubble! how can you ask me to go to the assembly when you know I have got nothing fit to wear? And yet you have refused to buy for me the genteelest, prettiest thing I ever saw—and every body says it is

exceeding cheap for paper money;—only a thousand dollars.—

Bubble,

Very cheap indeed! Only a thousand dollars!

Mrs. Bubble,

And not much the worse for wear neither—Any body who was to see it on me would suppose it quite new—But I have a great mind never to go among such cattle again; for unless one can eclipse them in dress; there is no mortifying them any o|ther way—and that is all the pleasure one can take in going into such company.