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his pocket, and put it up; there were certainly advances, shilling by shilling, until it reached seventeen shillings and sixpence, at which price he knocked it down, and, handing it to the buyer, wished him luck of the bargain ; the purchaser went immediately to try the value of his lot, when it appeared, being weighed, to be of eighteen pence less value than he had paid for it.

He mentioned another anecdote of a Mr. Lennan, a saddler in Dublin, who was seriously stagestricken, and volunteered to act Major O'Flaherty, in which he was execrable; after this was over, however, he exhibited himself at the Cockle Club, where the facetious Isaac Sparks presided, and Jack Long was vice-president: they made him extremely tipsy, and then gave him in charge to the watch for having murdered Major O'Flaherty, and left the poor saddler all night in durance vile, who afterwards stuck to making saddles, and never again was found guilty of murdering majors, even on the stage.

I had the pleasure also to be introduced to my worthy countryman, the Reverend Father O'Leary, the well-known Roman Catholic Priest; he was a man of infinite wit, of instructive and amusing conversation. I felt highly honoured by the notice of this pillar of the Roman Church ; our tastes were congenial, for his Reverence was mighty fond of

whiskey punch, and so was I; and many a jug of St. Patrick's eye-water, night after night, did his Reverence and myself enjoy, chatting over that exhilirating and national beverage. He sometimes favoured me with his company at dinner ; when he did, I always had a corned shoulder of mutton for him, for he, like some others of his countrymen, who shall be nameless, was ravenously fond of that dish.

One day, the facetious John Philpot Curran, who was also very partial to the said corned mutton, did me the honour to meet him. To enjoy the society of such men was an intellectual treat. They were great friends, and seemed to have a mutual respect for each other's talents; and, as it may easily be imagined, O'Leary versus Curran, was no bad match.

One day, after dinner, Curran said to him, “ Reverend Father, I wish you were Saint Peter.”

“ And why, Counsellor, would you wish that I were Saint Peter ?" asked O'Leary.

“ Because, Reverend Father, in that case," said Curran, “you would have the keys of Heaven, and you

could let me in.”

• By my honour and conscience, Counsellor," replied the Divine, “it would be better for you that I had the keys of the other place, for then I could let you out.”

Curran enjoyed the joke, which he admitted had a good deal of justice in it.

O’Leary told us of the whimsical triumph which he once enjoyed over Dr. Johnson. O'Leary was very

anxious to be introduced to that learned man, and Mr. Murphy took him one morning to the Doctor's lodgings. On his entering the room, the Doctor viewed him from top to toe, without taking any notice of him ; at length, darting one of his sourest looks at him, he spoke to him in the Hebrew language, to which O'Leary made no reply. Upon which the Doctor said to him, “Why do you not answer me, Sir ?”

“Faith, Sir," said O'Leary, “ I cannot reply to you, because I do not understand the language in which you are addressing me.”

Upon this the Doctor, with a contemptuous sneer, said to Murphy, “ Why, Sir, this is a pretty fellow

you have brought hither ;-Sir, he does not comprehend the primitive language.”

O’Leary immediately bowed very low, and complimented the Doctor with a long speech in Irish, of which the Doctor, not understanding a word, made no reply, but looked at Murphy. O'Leary, seeing that the Doctor was puzzled at hearing a language of which he was ignorant, said to Murphy, pointing to the Doctor, “ This is a pretty fellow to whom you have brought me ;-Sir, he does not


understand the language of the sister kingdom.” -The Reverend Padre then made the Doctor a low bow, and quitted the room.

At the time when I met Jack Long, I was in the highest spirits; I had played Lionel, and been received with all the kindness and indulgence with which a British audience invariably encourages a new performer, and I had been successful beyond my warmest hopes.

On the following Tuesday, (the 24th,) I remember I went to the Opera House to see my friend Signora Storace make her first appearance, and was much gratified at her enthusiastic reception: The opera was Paesiello's “ Schiavi per Amore.” The whole of the music of this charming opera buffa is delightful. The opening of it is a masterpiece of harmony, and was warmly applauded by His Royal Highness the Prince of Wales, who honoured the theatre with his presence, and was in the house before the commencement of the opera. Amongst the audience were the late Duke of Cumberland (in the pit), and the Duchess (in her box,) with the present Marquis of Conyngham. The “Schiavi per Amore” was a great favourite for the remainder of the season.

While my friend Storace was earning laurels in the Haymarket, I was most kindly treated at Drury Lane. My performance which succeeded

Lionel, was that of Young Meadows, in “Love in a Village.” In addition to the original songs, I introduced one of Gluck's, to which Mrs. Sheridan did me the honour to write English words, “ Love, thou maddening power;" this was a great favourite, as also the duet, “Each joy in thee possessing,” both of which were always encored.

Daly, the patentee of the Theatre Royal, in Crow Street, sent over an offer of an engagement to perform at his theatre, with Mrs. Crouch, for twelve nights; the terms I demanded, and which were acceded to, were to share the house with Mr. Daly, he first deducting fifty pounds per night for his expenses; and the thirteenth night I was to have a benefit clear of all expenses.

It was during the summer of this year, that the commemoration of Handel took place. The last grand performances given at Westminster Abbey were on the 28th and 31st of May, the 1st and 4th of June: upon those four mornings, I sang there, but to give an idea of the effect of that magnificent festival is far beyond my power; indeed, it has already been described most elaborately by those more competent to the task. I can only endeavour to express the effect which it produced on me. When I first heard the chorus of the Hallelujah, in the 6 Messiah,” and “ For unto us a child is born,” my blood thrilled with rapturous delight-it was sublime;


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