Ugh, ugh, ugh,—what a sad rage for novelty there is in this foolish world! How eagerly all your inspectors in the Daily Advertiser, the New-York Packet, and all the long catalogue of advertisers and intelligencers, catch'd at the news of the day just now at the Coffee-House; though a wise man and a king has told them, there's nothing new under the sun. Ugh, ugh, ugh.
Enter Thomas.
Well, Thomas, what's the news?
[Eagerly.
Thomas. Nothing strange, sir.
Loveyet. That's more than I can say, Thomas, for I'm sure 'tis strange to hear so many people praise this same new Constitution, as it is call'd.—Has the New-York Journal been brought to-day?
Thomas. Yes, sir.
[Fetches the newspaper.
Loveyet. Look if it contains anything worth reading, Thomas; anything in behalf of the good old cause.
Thomas. Yes, sir, here's something will suit your honour's notion to a hair.