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gg                          ME3IOIBS OE JOSEPH GKRIMALDI.

on-in-law with a grave face, but through all the gravity of
which he could perceive a struggling smile,—"Nevertheless,
you acted very wrong, Mr. Grrimaldi, in. kissing my daughter so
puhliely; and i heg that whenever, for the future, you and she
deem it essential to indulge in such amusements, it may be done
in private. This is rendered necessary by the laws which at
present govern society, and I am certain will be far more con-
sonant to the feelings and delicacy of the young lady in ques-

With these words Mr. Hughes made a low bow to the officious
and disinterested individual who had made the speech, and,
opening the door, called to the servants "to show the gentleman
out." Then turning to Grimaldi, he took him by the arm, and
walked towards the breakfast-room, declaring that the meal had
been waiting half an hour or more, that the coffee would be
cold, and Maria quite tired of waiting for him.

From this moment the course of true love ran smooth for
onee: and Mr. Hughes, in all Ms subsequent behaviour to
Grimaldi sufficiently evinced his high sense of the innate worth
of a young man, who, under very adverse circumstances and
with many temptations to contend against, had behaved with
so much honesty and candour.

On the Saturday after this pleasant termination of a scene
•which threatened to be attended with very different results, the
house in Penton-street was taken possession of, and next Easter
Sunday the young couple were asked in church for the first
tame. Sadler's "Wells opened' as usual on Easter Monday,* and

* Sadler's "Wells, on Easter Monday, April 9, 1798, opened with a Prelude,
entitled, " Easter Monday; or, a Peep at the Wells." The prolooutory chu-
racfcers by Dubois and Mrs. Davis : in the concluding scene were introduced
the whole Company, and a Ballet Divertissement; the dances by the Misses
Brngtders, their first appearances, and by Mr. King, who, it will be remembered,
in the recital of the alarm created by the Pentonville robbers, is said, "while
armed with a heavy stick, to have crept cautiously into the baolc garden, groped
about, and soon returned out of breath." The amusements of the evening con-
okded with an entirely new Harlequinade, called " The Monster of the Cave;squab figure, generally the last among the figurantes, came on