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. Says Death to Britannia-'Your great ones you see, 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 A FEW HUMOROUS LINES BY A CONSTANT READER. Royal Magazine, 1768. "Are these your Managers? cries out old Quin: These our Successors ? These your Play-house Kings! O shame! to think how much this mushroom race EPITAPH ON MR. QUIN. "That tongue, which set the table on a roar Clos'd are those eyes, the harbingers of wit, W. B. Which spoke, before the tongue, what Shakespeare writ, At friendship's call, to succour modest worth. Here lies JAMES QUIN! deign, reader, to be taught, To his complexion thou must come at last." BOOTH, p. 9; in his greatest perfection, p. 15; an agreeable person pp. 16, 17, 26, 28, 29, 36, 79 BROOKE (Mr.) BROWN (A.) BOWEN (W.) BULLOCK (C.) CENTLIVRE (Mrs.) CHAMPION (The) HARLES I. RLES II. EAUNEUF SIDE ... CHETWOOD...... CIBBER (Colley) CLIVE (Mrs.) 39: CONGREVE's Mo World, p. p. 13 p. 89 p. 27 |