rying yard alone in a dark night. (Whistles the tune of Yankee doodle.)

Enter General Stuart.

Gen You belong to this house, young man, don't you? No: I guess I belong to America, when I'm at

Dos.

bum.

Gen

You didn't exactly comprehend my meaning, but it is of no consequence. But as you belong to America, and I am a quainted there, I make free to inquire in what part you were born?

Doo. Do you know where New-Haven is?
Gen Yes.

Deo. Well, I was not born there.

Gen. Why did you ask the question then?

Doo. Becaise my daddy was; but afore I was born, he moved up country.

Gen

But what town gave you birth?

Doo Nun, I vum; I was born in the woods as they tell ne, for I don't remember nothing about it myself.

C. But where do they say you was born?

Doo Sumwheres in Varmount, between Brattleboro' and Bennington; as the Indian said he was born at Nantucket, Cape Cod, and all along shore.

2. Way, young man, you seem to have some mother

Doo

Gen

I count if I had enny of my own, I shouldn't have otch'd here.

What! not home-sick, are you?

Tees & be, for I feel pretty slim. (Sobbing.) But bum is the uk on't.

Way, how did you get here?

Did you think 1 cuma to an island by

I mean what brought you

u?

Doo. A vessel, I vum. It would have been a tuff pull to

swim three thousand miles.

Gen. But what kind of a vessel?

Doo. A man of war, I spose.

Gen. You have not the air of a mariner; were you

bred

to the sea? I wish to know your adventures, and how you calculated to get a living.

Doo. Why, I had some leetle sort of a knack at the Dopering business. So I heerd them folks who carry

the West Indies, died so fast, it was a good trade to live y. And so I counted I should stand as good a chance as thers.

Gen. And did you turn sailor to get there?

Doo. Not at first, for I know'd I could not climb up to he tip top of the mast, without being boosted over the lube er hole, as they tarm it; so I agreed to work my massage y cooking for the crew, and taking care of the duine cat

ers.

Gen. Dumb creatures! of what articles was your lading Composed? live stock? lumber?

Doo. Yes, horses, hogs, staves, and hoop-poles, with livers bail goods, sich as buckets, pails, and sugar boxes. Moreover long sairse and short sairse, consisting of a variety of leetle notions, sich as ingyons, parsnips, butter, candles, soap, and ile.

Gen. A singularly well-assorted cargo! Did you arrive

here safe?

Doo. No, I guess we didn't.

Gen. Why not?

Doo. Why, when we had got near our journey's eend, (to which, by the way, I never did get) first cum the Mounsheers, and began to pillage our necessaries, sich as gin and gingerbread, hang'em.

Gen. And what came next?

Doo. Next? A British midsheepman, so tarmed. And o, says he to me, says he, seeing your name is not on the ist among the clean or unclean beasts, I shall make bold to ake you for his majesty's sarvice.

Gen. Did your captain make no opposition to their taing his people away?

Doo. Opposition! What could the captain deu, when ey turned right at us their great black guns? Says they, im teu, or we'll sheute. Sheute and be darn'd, if you are, says the captain, but if you spill the deacon's ile,

'll make you rue it. And when they got abord, says they,

e want none of your pork and lasses, but we will have that kely British boy, meaning me, whose name is not on ipping papers, and who has no legal protection.

I won't stir a step: but I guess I was forced teu; for they got me so tight in their limboes and bilboes, that when I got my bod Jose, I looked nation poorly a lengthy while arterwards

Gn. Then they pressed you?

Doo. Yes and squeezed me teu. But I bawled as bad as I could, and telled them it was a tarnation shame to treat a true born yankee in that sort of way; but they did not mind ienny more than they deu what the parson says in a gale of wind, as soon as the storm is over.

Gen. Well it is all over, and you are in a safe harbour

now.

Doo. I expect I be.

Gen. Your name is Doolittle, I think.

· Doo. (Aside.) How the dickens should he know that! Aloud.) I guess it is, as likely as not. It was the name of my father and of a pretty ancient stock, which has often been improved by publick posts at your sarvice. But pray, as you have taken the liberty to ax me so many questions, may I be so bold as to ax what your name is? where you cum from? How long have you bin here? Where are you going teu? And what is your business?

Gen. My name is Stuart. I am a general officer in the British Army, and have served in America.

Doo. O, dear suzz! I shall always think something better of you for having been in my country.

Gen. Well, my good fellow, have you a mind to be my servant?

Doo. Sarvant, no, nor enny body's sarvant. I dont choose to be a sarvant of sarvants, and a slave to the divi as the saying is.

Gen. Have you a mind to live with me, then, as my help?

Doo. I guess I have. I should be a rotten fool not to have a mind teu; especially as you appear to have no pride, nor a bit of a gentleman about you.

Gen. (Laughing.) Well, go in to my steward, and he will tell you what to do.

(Exit Doolittle whistling Yankee doodle.)

THE END.