SCENE-A Parlor. Lovel and Frank at Breakfast. LOVEL. I am an individual, I tell you, and not a community.

FRANK. The besetting vice of the old opinions, my dear uncle. Serious doubts are raised whether there are, properly speaking, any individuals; the great human family being composed of communities. LOVEL. Aye, aye, just as the Menai Bridge is formed of arches.

FRANK. This is an age of movement. LOVEL. You never said truer words, boy. New names for old ideas. Every thing in progress. Even old age keeps in motion; and I, who was sixtysix last summer, am quite liable to be sixty-seven this. FRANK. 'Tis the spirit of the times, sir. Progress is all in all just now.

LOVEL. Were it not for my goutFRANK. Neuralgia, or inflammatory rheumatism, if you please. There is no longer any gout. LOVEL. I would be off for some other planet, and get rid of all these innovations. I hate change. There is Venus now-a very good-looking, quiet star; I think I might fancy a peaceable home under her auspices for the rest of my days.

FRANK. I am afraid, sir, it is rather late in life; and you might find the door shut in your face on your arrival, after a very fatiguing journey. Besides, the planets have their revolutions as well as opinions.

LOVEL. That's true, by George. I did not think of that. I dare say they have their progress; their being up to the time, and all the other nonsenses of the day. You are what is called a communist, Frank.

FRANK. I reject the appellation, sir. It is true we recognise the great community principle, as opposed to a narrow, selfish, unnatural individualism; but we admit the rights of property, the relations of society, the-the-a-a-in short, all that, in justice and reason ought to be admitted. This it is which distinguishes the new principles from the old.

LOVEL. Ah! I begin to comprehend-you are only an uncommon-ist!

FRANK. Well, sir, as you have promised to attend the school, I shall soon see you added to our number, let me be what I may.

LOVEL. It is useless talking, boy. If I cannot quit the earth altogether, I have discoveredFRANK. Discovered!-what, my dear sir?-I so doat on discoveries!

LOVEL. I wonder you never discovered that you are a confounded blockhead. You doat on my ward, too; but it's of no use; she'll never have you. She has told me as much.

FRANK. You must excuse my saying, sir, that I think your imagination has a hand in this. LOVEL. No such thing, sir. It appears to her