A. Thoſe like myſelf, who make pride and pleaſure their devotion: new faſhions their daily prayers, laugh at all below them, and deny thoſe above them.
Q. What is it you love?
A. Myſelf.
Q. What! no body else?
A. Yes; my Monkey, my Lap-dog, and my Page.
Q. Why do you love them?
A. Why, becauſe I am an Engliſh Lady, and they are foreign creatures, my Monkey from the Eaſt Indies, my Page from Genoa, and my Lap-dog from Vigo.
Q. Would they not have pleaſed you as well if they had been English?
A. No; I hate every thing that Old England brings forth, except it be the temper of an English huſband, and the liberty of an Engliſh wife, I love French bread, French wines, French ſauces, and French cooks; in ſhort, I have all about me either French or Foreign, from my waiting-maid to my parrot, only my ſteward.
Q. Why
