you should be hanged." It was poor old Macklin who had three pauses in his acting-the first, moderate; the second, twice as long; but his last, or "grand pause," as he styled it, was so long, that the prompter, on one occasion, thinking his memory failed, repeated the cue (as it is technically called) several times, and at last so loud as to be heard by the audience. At length Macklin rushed from the stage, and knocked him down, exclaiming, "The fellow interrupted me in my grand pause!"

As Quin was one morning walking near the Lower Rooms in Bath, he was met by a celebrated gambler, who said to him, "So, Mr. Quin, I see you are going to take your ride, to get you an appetite for your dinner."-"Yes," replied Quin, "and you are going to get a dinner to your appetite."

Quin (as Sir George Beaumont told me) was once at a very small dinner party. The master of the house, pushing a delicious pudding towards Quin, begged him to taste it. A gentleman had just before helped himself to an immense piece of it. "Pray," said Quin, looking first at the gentleman's plate and then at the dish, "which is the pudding"-S. Rogers's "Table Talk."

BON MOT OF QUIN.-One summer, when the month of July happened to be extremely cold, some person asked Quin if he ever remembered such a summer. "Oh yes," replied the wag, "last winter."

QUIN AT THE THREE TUNS.- Quin - who was very stout — was one day coming in a chair from having dined at the Three Tuns, Bath. Lord Chesterfield meeting him, said, "that if Quin came from thence, there were but two tuns left."

ON THE DEATH OF THE LATE MR. QUIN.
Gentleman's Magazine, 1766.

Says Death to Britannia-'Your great ones you see,
The first in the land, have submitted to me.-

But further prepare now, Britannia to feel

A strike more severe from my conquering steel.'

Then with a malicious and horrible grin,

He drew out an arrow, and shot it at Quin."

Answer to the above Epigram.

Says Britannia to Death,—' in good faith I don't see
Why the fall of old Quin is so grievous to me!
The loss of a quibble, a pun, or bon mot,
Don't appear to Britannia such matters of woe.
How happy this land, were she never to feel
More fatal effects of your conquering steel!
Much merit he had; but we've cause to deplore
And of late, the destruction of those who had more,
May his manes in peace and tranquillity sleep,
But let vendors of ven'son, and fish-women weep.'"

A FEW HUMOROUS LINES BY A CONSTANT

READER.

Royal Magazine, 1768.

"Are these your Managers? cries out old Quin:
Fools to fall out-before they well fall in :-

These our Successors ? These your Play-house Kings!
At loggerheads 'bout two such silly things-

O shame! to think how much this mushroom race
Of buskin Rulers shall their Thrones disgrace.
If for two straws these Lords such squabbles make
When Fame, when Fortune, everything's at stake.
Where I to come from these dread Shades below,
I'd make these upstart, pigmy Leaders know
How ill their motley characters it suits,
To cram the public with their damn'd disputes;
I'd let these brawling, wronghead puppies see
How great th' impertinence to disagree:
For well they know their common tasks require
Their powers united, steady and entire :
To teach these School-boys, I, with brother Rich,
Resolve to lash each wrangling youngster's breech,
That they may learn from our correcting hands,
This Rule-A House divided never stands.'"

EPITAPH ON MR. QUIN.
Written by Mr. Garrick.

"That tongue, which set the table on a roar
And charm'd the public ear, is heard no more!

Clos'd are those eyes, the harbingers of wit,

W. B.

Which spoke, before the tongue, what Shakespeare writ,
Cold are those hands, which, living, were stretch'd forth,

At friendship's call, to succour modest worth.

Here lies JAMES QUIN! deign, reader, to be taught,
(Whate'er thy strength of body, force of thought,
In nature's happiest mould however cast,)

To his complexion thou must come at last."

BOOTH, p. 9; in his greatest perfection, p. 15; an agreeable person