On the first night of the representation of the comedy of the Suspicious
Husband, Foote sat by a plain, honest, well meaning citizen, whose
imagination was strongly impressed by the incidents of the play. At
dropping of the curtain, the wit complained to his neighbour of the
impropriety of suffering Ranger to go off as he came on, without being
reclaimed. “Could not the author,” said he, “throw this youth, in the
course of his nocturnal rambles, into some ridiculous scene of distress,
which might have reclaimed him? As he now stands, who knows but the
rogue, after all the pleasure he has given us, may spend the night in a
round house;” “Then,” says the Citizen, “if it happens in my Ward, I’ll
release him, for I’m sure he is too honest a fellow to run away from his
bail.”
A young woman lately applied to the manager of a Theatre to be engaged
as a vocal performer---When required to give an instance of her ability,
she began Mr. Incledon’s celebrated ballad of _Ma chere amie_ my
charming fair, thus---“March after me, my charming fair;”---The manager
bowed, and the lady became scarce.
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