led her into the drawing-room, made a thousand kind inquiries about her good kind husband and her dear little children, shewed her his pictures, consulted her judgment as to the likeness of his own portrait, lamented her fatigue in walking so far in so cold a morning, rang up his servants, ordered fresh coffee and chocolate, would hear no excuse, but insisted that she should take some refreshments after so long a ramble. The table was spread with elegancies, preserved fruits, honey-combs, liqueurs, and cordials; a large glass of excellent cherry-brandy, pressed on her with persuasive kindness, banished from her countenance all the stern array of the morning, and attuned her heart to such kindness, that all debts were forgotten, and all demands rendered quite impossible. The lady, overwhelmed with politeness, was about to depart, but Mr. Barry could not suffer this in an ordinary way; he insisted on giving her a set-down at her house in his own carriage, and backed his request with another small glass of cherrybrandy, to fortify her stomach against the cold air; the carriage was ordered, and after a circuit of three miles, through the principal streets

of the metropolis, he set the lady down at her own door with the kindest expressions of politeness and respect, and the highest opinion of his person and character.

The husband, who awaited with eagerness the return of his wife, drily asked, "Well, my dear, I suppose you have got the money." But the lady, finding, in her own failure, an ample excuse for the former weakness of her husband, fairly owned herself vanquished, and said that it was impossible to offend so sweet a gentleman by dunning him for money.

The other instance was in the case of an eminent mercer, named Grogan, to whom the manager owed a large sum for the finery of his tragedy queens and fashionable personages of the drama; he was admitted to be not only an accomplished miser, but one of the most persevering and inexorable duns in Europe. His importunacy with the manager having failed in Dublin, he actually followed him to London, with no other purpose than to elicit the amount of his debt, by the combined forces of entreaty and menace. Defeated in his first approaches, by the usual influence of Barry's urbanity, he

rallied again, and during the month he continued in London, renewed his attempts by a dozen advances to the charge, but with the like success: Mr. Barry's irresistible politeness, the cordial suavity of his manners, his hospitable invitations to dinner, his solicitude to procure for his good friend tickets for admission to all the places of public amusement, and his positive determination to accommodate him on those occasions with the use of his own carriage and servants, rendered it quite impossible for Mr. Grogan, even so much as once to mention the subject of his debt, and he returned to Dublin to tell the story of his utter defeat by so consummate a master in the science of finesse.-Ryan's "Worthies of Ireland."

JOE HAINES, AND LORD SUNDERLAND. In the winter when Garrick and Quin were engaged together at Covent Garden, the former was speaking in the Green-Room of his acting the part of Orestes in "The Distressed Mother," at Dublin." In order, (says he) to gain a more accurate knowledge of the character, I waited on the author, Ambrose Phillips, who lived not far from the Metropolis. I begged him to inform me particularly concerning his intention in

the mad-scene of Orestes. Phillips told me that, during his writing that part of the play, he was like a person out of his mind; that he was so carried away by his enthusiastic rapture, that, when his friend Mr. Addison came into the room, he did not know him; and that, as soon as he recovered from his fit, he said to him-what, Joe, is it you?" "That, (said Quin) was to let you know how familiar he was with Mr. Addison; and this puts me in mind, Mr. Garrick, of a story I have heard related of a predecessor of ours, that witty and wicked rogue Joe Haines.

"In the reign of James the Second, the Court was busy in making converts to the Roman Catholic Faith, in which they had some success. Some of the new Papists pretended to have seen visions and dreamt dreams; and, among the rest, Joe Haines, who professed himself a convert, declared that the Virgin Mary had appeared to him. Lord Sunderland sent for Joe, and questioned him about the truth of his conversion, and whether he had really seen the Virgin?-Yes, my Lord, I assure you it is a fact.-How was it, pray? Why, as I was lying in my bed, the Virgin appeared to me, and said, Arise, Joe!— You lie, you rogue, said the Earl; for if it had

really been the Virgin herself, she would have said Joseph, if it had been only out of respect to her husband."

Joe's recantation-prologue, on his return from his travels, is well known: It was written for him by his friend Tom Brown, and spoken by Haines in a white sheet, and with a lighted taper in his hand. The following lines from this address of the penitent, will probably satisfy the reader.

As you dislike the converts of the nation,

That went to Rome, and left your congregation;
By the same rule, pray kindly entertain

Your penitent lost sheep return'd again;
For reconverted Haines, taught by the age,

Is now come back to his primitive Church, the Stage.
I own my crime, of leaving in the lurch

My mother-Play-house-this my mother-church.

THE IMMORTAL MEMORY OF SHAKSPEARE. THIS favourite sentiment is echoed from mouth to mouth, but how little it proceeds from the heart is proved by two singular facts. After Sir Richard Phillips had visited the destitute survivors of the Shakspeare family, in 1819, he proposed a public subscription for their relief, and expended at least twenty pounds in public ap