One of Lewis's great hits was the ballad of _Crazy Jane_, which was found in the handwriting of the author among his papers. The ballad was wedded to music by several composers; but the original and most popular melody was by Miss Abrams, who sung it herself at fashionable parties. After the usual complimentary tributes from barrel-organs, and wandering damsels of every degree of vocal ability, it crowned not only the author's brow with laurels, but also that of many a youthful beauty in the shape of a _Crazy Jane hat_. _The Castle Spectre_ was Lewis's greatest dramatic success. Its terrors were not confined to Drury Lane Theatre, but, as the following anecdote shows, on one occasion they even extended considerably beyond it. Mrs. Powell, who played Evelina, having become, from the number of representations, heartily tired and wearied with the character, one evening, on returning from the theatre, walked listlessly into a drawing room, and throwing herself into a seat, exclaimed, "Oh! this ghost! this ghost! Heavens! how this ghost torments me!" "Ma'am!" uttered a tremulous voice from the other side of the table. Mrs. Powell looked up hastily. "Sir!" she reiterated in nearly the same tone, as she encountered the pale countenance of a very sober-looking gentleman opposite. "What? What was it you said madam?" "Really, sir," replied the astonished actress, "I have not the pleasure of--Why, good heavens, what have they been about in the room?" "Madam," continued the gentleman, "the room is mine, and I will thank you to explain--" "Yours!" screamed Mrs. Powell; "surely, sir, this is Number 1?" "No, indeed, madam," he replied; "this is Number 2; and really, your language is so very extraordinary, that--" Mrs. Powell, amidst her confusion, could scarcely refrain from laughter. "Ten thousand pardons!" she said, "the coachman must have mistaken the house. I am Mrs. Powell, of Drury Lane, and have just come from performing the _Castle Spectre_. Fatigue and absence of mind have made me an unconscious intruder. I lodge next door, and I hope you will excuse the unintentional alarm I have occasioned you." It is almost needless to add, that the gentleman was much relieved by this rational explanation, and participated in the mirth of his nocturnal visitor, as he politely escorted her to the street door. "Good night," said the still laughing actress; "and I hope, sir, in future, I shall pay more attention to _Number One_!" [Illustration: Professor Porson.] Porson's Eccentricities.