As William Spencer was contemplating the caricatures at Fores's one day, somebody pointed out to him Cruickshanks's design of the "Ostend packet in a squall;" when the wit, without at all sympathizing with the nausea visible on some of the faces represented in the print, exclaimed,
"Quodcunque Ostendis _mihi_ sic incredulus odi."
The amiable Mrs. W. always insists that her friends who take grog, should mix equal quantities of spirits and water, though she never observes the rule for herself. Reynolds having once made a glass under her directions, was asked by the lady--"Pray, Sir, is it--_As You Like It_?"--"No, Madam," replied the dramatist, "it is--_Measure for Measure_."
HENDERSON AND THE TWO GARRICKS. _The Tatler, Spectator, and Guardian._
The first time that Henderson, the player, rehearsed a part at Drury Lane, George Garrick came into the boxes, saying as he entered, "I only come as a spectator." Soon after he made some objection to Henderson's playing, when the young actor retorted--"Sir, I thought you were only to be a _Spectator_; instead of that you are turning _Tatler_." "Never mind him, Sir," said David Garrick, "never mind him, let him be what he will, I'll be the _Guardian_."
The late Mr. A. Cherry, comedian, was written to some years since, with an offer for a good engagement from a manager, who, on a former occasion, had not behaved altogether well to him. Cherry sent him word, that he had been bit by him once, and he was resolved, that he should not make _two bites of A. Cherry_.
Mr. Jekyll being told the other day, that Mr. Raine, the barrister, was engaged as the opposing counsel for a Mr. Hay, inquired, "If _Raine was ever known to do any good to Hay?_"
RALPH WEWITZER THE PUNSTER. _A Fault in Candles._
Ralph Wewitzer, ordering a box of candles, said he hoped they would be better than the last. The chandler said he was very sorry to hear them complained of, as they were as good as he could make. "Why," says Ralph, "they were very well till about half burnt down, but after that they would not burn any _longer_."
C.J. FOX AND BURKE ON THE "SUBLIME AND BEAUTIFUL."
Mr. Fox supped one evening with Edmund Burke, at the Thatched House, where they were served with dishes more elegant than substantial. Charles's appetite being rather keen, he was far from relishing the kickshaws that were set before him, and addressing his companion--"These dishes, Burke," said he, "are admirably calculated for your palate--they are both _sublime_ and _beautiful_."