132 MEMOIES OF JOSEPH GBIMALDI. houses, and almost invariably went off with loud applause. I have heard the following anecdote related, which, if true, clearly proves that Sheridan by no means thought so highly of this drama as did the public at large. One evening it chanced that these two companions were sitting at some tavern in the neighbourhood discussing the merits of a disputed question and a divided bottle, when Lewis, warming with his subject, offered to back his opinion with a bet. ""What will you wager?" inquired Sheridan, who began to doubt whether his was not the wrong side of the argument. " I'll bet you one night's receipts of the Castle Spectre !" exclaimed the author. "No," replied the manager; "that would be too heavy a •wager for so trifling a matter. I'll tell you what I'll do—I'll • bet you its intrinsic worth as a literary production !". Lewis received these little sallies from his lively acquaintance •with the most perfect equanimity of temper, never manifesting annoyance by action further than by passing his hand through his light-coloured hair, or byword further than a murmured interjection of " Hum!" or " Hah !" There is another little anecdote in this place which we will also leave Grimaldi to tell in his own way. " In the winter of the year I frequently had the honour of seeing his late Majesty George the fourth, then Prince of Wales, who used to be much behind the scenes of Drury Lane, delight- ing everybody with his affability, his gentlemanly manners, and his witty remarks. On Twelfth Night, 1802, we all assembled in the green-room as usual on that anniversary at Drury Lane Theatre, to eat cake, given by the late Mr. Baddeley, who by his will left three guineas to be spent in the purchase of a Twelfth-cake for the company of that theatre. In the midst of our merriment, Sheridan, accompanied by the Prince, entered the apartment, and the former looking at the cake, and noticing a large crown with which it was surmountgf, playfully said, a great card for Drury Lane; it drew immense