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profits of the night amounted to one hundred and thirty pounds.


THE first season of performing the " Fair Penitent," Mr. Powell represented the part of Lothario: he had a dresser named Warren, who claimed a privilege (which at that time existed) of performing the dead part of the Hero in the 5th doleful act. Powell, being ignorant of the station his man had taken, called loudly for him behind the scenes in the middle of the act. The sad representative of Death, hearing his master's voice, and knowing that he was passionate, instantly replied, "Here I am, sir." Powell, being still ignorant of the situation of his servant, immediately rejoined, "Come here, this moment, you son of a or I will break all the bones in your skin.". Warren now could no longer delay or resist, and jumped up, hung with sables, which (as it were to heighten his embarrassment) were tied to the handles of the bier. This, added to the roar in the house, urged his speed so earnestly, that, with the bier in his rear, he ran against and threw over

Calista (Mrs. Barry), overwhelming her with the table, lamp, book, bones, and all the drear lumber of the charnel house, till at length he liberated himself, and precipitately took his flight. The play of course ended abruptly, but not without entertaining the audience, and putting them, for the most part, in high good hu



THIS Farce is confessedly altered from "The Committee," a comedy by Sir Robert Howard, and is divested of the peculiar satire directed against the fanatic parties of the reign of Charles I. The greatest merit of the piece is the character of Teague, the faithful Irishman, a picture of real life, drawn from the following circumstance.

When Sir Robert was in Ireland, his son was imprisoned there by the parliament, for some offence committed against them. As soon as Sir Robert heard of it, he sent one of his domestics, an Irishman, to England, with despatches to his friends, to effect the enlargement of his son. He waited with impatience for the return of this messenger; and when he at length appeared with the agreeable news that his son was at

liberty, Sir Robert, finding that he had been then several days in Dublin, asked him the reason of his not coming to him before. The honest Hibernian answered, with great exultation, that "he had been all the time spreading the news, and getting drunk for joy among his friends." He, in fact, executed his business with uncommon fidelity and despatch; but the extraordinary effect which the happy event of his embassy had on poor Paddy, was too great to suffer him to think with any degree of prudence on any thing else. The excess of his joy was such, that he forgot the impatience and anxiety of a tender parent; and until he gave that joy sufficient vent among all his intimates, he never thought of imparting the news where it was most desired. From this Sir Robert took the first hint of that odd composition of fidelity and blunders which he has so humourously worked up in the character of Teague.



GARRICK'S vanity once induced him to ask Macklin what he thought of the different modes of

acting Romeo, adopted by Barry and himself,

"Sir," said Macklin," Barry comes into the garden, strutting and talking aloud like a lord, about his love, that I wonder the Capulets do not come out, and toss the fellow in a blanket." "Well, my dear Mack," exclaimed Garrick,

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go on."-" Now," said Macklin, "how does Garrick act this? Why, sir, sensible that the family are at enmity with him and his house, he comes creeping in upon his toes, whispering his love, and looking about him just like a thief in the night."


MANY a would-be wit, who has Joe Miller constantly on his lips, might probably be induced to make a pilgrimage to his grave, if he knew that it was as near to him as the place called the Green Church Yard, or Burial Ground, in Portugal Street, Lincoln's Inn Fields, belonging to the parish of St. Clement's Dane, and close by the once celebrated Lincoln's Inn Fields Theatre, where Garrick became so famous. Miller's epitaph, by Stephen Duck, is on a handsome stone on the left hand side on entering the burial ground, nearly under the window of the workhouse. The inscription was originally on

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another stone; but Time had taken such liberties with it, that, in the year 1816, the churchwarden for the time being, greatly to his credit, caused the present one to be erected. The following is the inscription on the present stone :

"Here lie the remains of

Honest Joe Miller,

Who was

A tender Husband,

A sincere Friend,

A facetious Companion,

And an excellent Comedian.

He departed this life the 15th Day of
August, 1738, aged 54 Years.

If Humour, Wit, and Honesty, could save
The humourous, witty, honest, from the Grave,
The Grave had not so soon this tenant found,
Whom Honesty, and Wit, and Humour, crown'd;
Could but Esteem and Love preserve our breath,
And guard us longer from the stroke of Death,
The stroke of Death on him had later fell,
Whom all mankind esteem'd and lov'd so well.—

"From respect to social worth, mirthful qualities, and histrionic excellence, commemorated by poetic talent in humble life, the above inscription, which time had nearly obliterated, has been preserved and transferred to this stone by order of Mr. Jarvis Buck, Churchwarden, A. D. 1816.”

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