_Grap._ Ze Capitan seems what zay call ver much over ze come.
_John Gale._ Old lady, it strikes me, if we are to have any dinner to-day--
_Mrs. Gale._ Land sakes! I forgot all about it. You, March, run--Oh, dear! what shall I do without March?
_John Gale._ Never mind March: we’ve got Sept. left.
_John Gale._ O Lord! what shall we do without Sept.?
_Sept._ You shan’t do without him. We began life here in the old shanty; and, whatever fortune may have in store for him, this is his home.
_Ray._ I begin to like this place. We’ll set the men at work, and put up a house on the bluffs, large and roomy.
_John Gale._ That’s right; for this union of the Gales will be likely to end in a squall.
_Ray._ It shall be a family house, with room enough for Sept. and his wife, March and his wife, John Gale and his wife, I and the Captain; and, once a year at least, we’ll all meet there, to talk over old times, and return thanksgiving for the treasures found down by the sea.
R. KATE, SEPT., CAPT., RAY., JOHN GALE, MRS. GALE, MARCH, KITTY, L.
CRUSTY (a man of means, generally considered a mean man). TONSOR (a barber). MCGINNIS (his assistant). ZEB (a colored apprentice). HEAVYFACE (a hypochondriac). SIMPER (an exquisite).
SCENE.--_Tonsor’s barbershop. Two barber’s chairs, C., facing audience. Table, L., with two hand-mirrors upon it. Table, R., with razors, strop, shaving-cups, towels, &c. MCGINNIS discovered dusting._
_McGinnis._ Now, isn’t this illigant! It’s a moighty foine lift I have in the worrld, onyhow. Mike McGinnis, who’s curried the horse and fed the pig, toted the hod and tinded the cows, promoted to the illigant position of a man-shaver! Oh! be jabbers, it’s moighty foine intirely,--what much I know ov it, and that’s moighty little. Faith, when Mr. Tonsor’s assistant was took wid the faver, it was at his wit’s ends he was intirely. Sez he to me, sez he,--for it’s always moighty fond he was of me whin I lived wid his father,--“Mike,” sez he, “did iver yer shave?”--“Is it meself?” says I: “faith, yes,--wid a pair of scissors.” “No, no!” sez he: “did ever yer shave anybody?” “Faith, yes,” sez I--“the pig.”--“Oh, murther!” says he: “I mane a man.”--“Niver a wun,” sez I; “but I could soon learn.” And so he took me in here to learn the business; but it’s precious little I’m learning, for the mashter does all the shaving: but the time must come, and then look out for yoursilf, Mike McGinnis. (_Enter Tonsor, R._)