"Poor Man's Friend," met him in the streets of London, mean in his habiliments, and his small clothes pockets, not very material whether in holes or not as to any contents like coin contained therein: This mendicant king, Younger took home to dinner, and his table never wanted either dainty or plenty of provifion. The player for fome time seemed delighted, nay, even chuckled with sparkling pleasure, a circumstance which Younger's goodness of heart made him inwardly rejoice at and pleased to obferve; but when the poor great actor had glutted, even to the gorging, the short lived pleasure that had as a wonder poffeffed his brow and features, fuddenly gave way to the natural propensity of gloom and fixed melancholy. His friendly hoft, on obferving the fudden change, felt much hurt, filled him a bumper, which the other did not refuse, but took as easily as Father Paul does the pint-brimmer glass in "the Duenna ;" and when Younger begged to know what had given him fuch fudden difquietude, and to be informed of the matter."The matter!" exclaimed old Lewis, fiercely and fternly, (and staring angrily in Younger's face) "why, is it not a fad matter, enough to "make a man mad, (burfting into tears) to think "that a player of fuch diftinguished merit as "am, fhould be obliged to fuch a lubber of an actor es as yourself for a dinner.”

In short, we are all too fond to lower, level, and equalize, rather than to view the fortunately exalted with pleasure. Mankind, in general, are wanting that heavenly mediocrity; but each fuperior of every class covers the specious envy too often with being meek mouthed to a fuperior, whilst their breasts are filled with fpleen and arrogance ;-and even the pooreft beggar, who wishes to crush and rob his fuperior, would yet like to term fuch murder justice, for the fake of plunder, as the chimney-sweeper naturally delights to make the white miller as begrimed and black as himself.

People, in general, wish to hector and domineer over their present superiors, yet they would feel hurt and galled to the uttermoft to behold those whom they deem beneath, converfe on an equality with themselves. Look at a general affembly in the country, and let the best-bred opulent tradesman dance with the most accomplished or elegant woman in the room, yet some sprig of family, will not join hands or behave with the common good manners, which the nature of the place demands, in order to let the inferiors know they are NOT QUALITY.-How would fuch ladies like an affembly at Pondicherry, where the first lady in the place was under the neceffity of giving her hand to a common foldier, at the opening of their grand Fête Ball. It is a pity but a medium

of opinion, fo as to be near propriety, could be univerfally attached to our breafts, that would bring every object to its proper level of mutual good behaviour and good will to each other, and be the fureft walk of pleasure, propriety, free equality, and every other agreeable intercourfe of life, with its fenfible reliefs, enjoyments, and attendants.

But it is high time to return to my old ground at Doncafter, from whence the digreffion has made me wander from my poft of duty, and inform the reader, that after the Race Week, 1786, I engaged a Company of Tumblers, &c.; they termed themselves the Italian Company:They were well-behaved honeft people; they had much merit, and their entertainment, on the whole, was the best conceived and the moft worthy attention of any thing of the kind I ever beheld.. -The Clown was the beft, as to doing wonders, of any perfon I ever faw; he really did more than a man, for he went through performances incredible and masterly. I never faw any of them drunk, though the clown. did not fear drinking a bottle of brandy, glafs for glafs, as easily and with as much compofure as I could wine. He faid, in broken English,"Water goot for duck."-They brought me money at Doncafter, Hull, and York.I recommended them ftrongly to Mr. Wroughton,

at Sadlers Wells, who took my word for their merit, made an agreement with them before they finished with me, for the enfuing season, and I believe they answered his purpose greatly, as they pleased the audiences at the Wells equal to thofe of Doncafter, Hull, and York, and their behaviour, while with me, merited all the profits they received. The Clown of whom I have been speaking, I believe, has remained at the Wells from that time to this: he plays the Clown there, and his name, if I recollect right, is BOLOGNA.

Now, reader, as we have been at fo many Race Weeks, we will mount my hobby and finish the acting at Doncaster on Friday, October 25, 1786, and on the Friday following open the Theatre-Royal, Hull, for the usual yearly quantum of Theatrical entertainments; where though we stay a tolerable long season, yet it will go on quickly, though not flourishingly, as very few incidents or hair-breadth scapes will detain us to merit the relation.

At Hull, the new performers, Mr. and Mrs. Nunns, Mr. Fox, Mr. Bates, Mr. Betterton, Mr. Stanfield, the Venetian Company, Mifs Eccles, and a Mr. LowE, from the Wells. He, Lowe, was very poor indeed as a performer, and, I believe, a poor fellow as a man; he was fon to the once celebrated Lowe of the London Theatre,

who was the rival finger to the good Johnny Beard of worthy memory, in every respect.

Mr. Southgate gave a lick on his own head on his benefit night, the 15th of December; but I fear did not ftrike hard enough to make an impreffion on himself or his auditors.

Now these performers being introduced to the inspector at the different times of their ftated appearances, from the fpring in April to September in 1786, it would be fuperfluous to make more mention without particular cause: They were candidly received; and Mr. Stanfield, who had made his first appearance at Doncaster, in Sir Francis Wronghead, was (and is) a performer of astonishing abilities as to quickness of study. Indeed I had instances, almost would be termed impoffible, were they numerated. He was bred a failor, has strong talents for poetry, and is what a good English tar fhould be, a man of bravery, and that aided by marks of strong genius and good understanding; but nature has not been partial to him, for I think at a wager, even Tate Wilkinson (whom his friend Stephen Kemble has pronounced the ugliest man he ever faw) might, on ballot, ftand a chance for an odd ball as being the handfomer of the two.

Mr. COOKE performed with me on an engagement for Hull, York, and Leeds feason. The Londoners would fcarcely credit the sterling