"The bond above mentioned was given, be it observed, on a private account; not for money due to an actor for his professional assistance. Gilliland, in his 'Dramatic Mirror,' says that my admission of partners 'enabled the proprietors to completely liquidate all the demands which had for some time past involved the house in temporary embarrassments.' This is a gross mistake; the Haymarket Theatre was _never_ embarrassed (on the contrary, it was a prosperous speculation) while under my direction. My own difficulties during part of this time are another matter: I may touch _slightly_ on this hereafter; but shall not bore my readers by dwelling long on matters which (however they may have annoyed _me_) cannot entertain or interest _them_. "I regret following up one instance of Mr. Gilliland's inaccuracy immediately with another; but he asserts, in his 'Dramatic Mirror,' that J. Bannister, 'in the season 1778, made his appearance for the benefit of his father, _on the boards of Old Drury_.' In contradiction to the foregoing statement a document now lies before me,--I transcribe it verbatim: "'First appearance, _at the Haymarket_, for my father's benefit, 1778, in The Apprentice. First appearance at Drury-lane, 1779, in Zaphna, in Mahomet. Took leave of the stage at Drury-lane, Thursday, June 1st, 1815. Garrick instructed me in the four first parts I played,--the Apprentice; Zaphna (Mahomet); Dorilas (Merope); and Achmet (Barbarossa).--Jack Bannister, to his dear friend George Colman. June 30th, 1828.'" These memoranda, under the circumstances, are curious and affecting.--Death _has_ gathered in his harvest, and both the men _are_ gone. Of Mr. Colman's delightful manners and conversational powers no words can give any adequate idea: with all the advantages of extensive reading, a general knowledge of mankind, and an inexhaustible fund of wit and humour, he blended a joyousness of expression, a kindness of feeling, and a warmth of manner, which rendered him the much-sought companion of every circle of society in which he chose to mix. Of his literary talents all the world can judge; but it is only those who have known him in private life who can appreciate the qualities which we despair of being able justly to describe. IMPROMPTU BY THE LATE GEORGE COLMAN. About a year since, a young lady begged this celebrated wit to write some verses in her album: he shook his head; but, good-naturedly promising to try, at once extemporised the following,--most probably his last written and poetical jest. My muse and I, ere youth and spirits fled, Sat up together many a night, no doubt; But now, I've sent the poor old lass to bed, Simply because _my fire is going out_. THE "MONSTRE" BALLOON.