** When actors intend to abridge a piece they say, “We will John Audley it!” It originated thus. In the year 1749, Shuter played drolls at Bartholomew Fair, and was wont to lengthen the exhibition until a sufficient number of people were collected at the door to fill his booth. The event was signified by a Merry Andrew crying out from the gallery, “John Audley!” as if in the act of inquiry after such a person, though his intention was to inform Shuter there was a fresh audience in high expectation below! In consequence of this hint, the droll was cut short, and the booth cleared for the new crop of impatient expectants! Shuter occasionally spent his evenings at a certain “Mendicants' convivial club,” held at the Welch's Head, Dyott Street, St. Giles's; which, in 1638, kept its quarters at the Three Crowns in the Vintry. --and very early in life, little Quick. * Ned had a sincere regard for Mr. Whitfield, and often attended his ministry at Tottenham Court Chapel. * During one of Quick's provincial excursions the stage- coach was stopped by a highwayman. His only fellow traveller, a taciturn old gentleman, had fallen fast asleep. “Your money” exclaimed Turpin's first cousin. Quick, assuming the dialect and manner of a raw country lad, replied with stupid astonishment, “Mooney, zur! uncle there (pointing to the sleeping beauty,) pays for I, twinpikes and all!” The highwayman woke the dozer with a slap on the face, and (in classical phrase) cleaned him out, leaving our little comedian in quiet possession of the golden receipts of a bumper. Upon one occasion he played Richard III. for his benefit. His original intention was to have acted it with becoming seriousness; but the public, who had anticipated a travestie, would listen to nothing else; and Quick (with the best tragic intentions!) was reluctantly obliged to humour them. When he came to the scene where the crook-back'd tyrant exclaims, “A horse! a horse! my kingdom for a horse!” Quick treated his friends with a hard hit, and by way of putting a finishing stroke to the fun, added, with a voice, look, and gesture perfectly irresistible, “And if you can't get a horse, bring a jackass?” One Sunday morning he was seated in a pew opposite the pulpit, and while that pious, eloquent, but eccentric preacher, was earnestly exhorting sinners to return to the fold, he fixed his eyes full upon Shuter, adding to what he had previously said, “And thou, poor Ramble, (Ramble was one of Ned's popular parts,) who hast so long rambled, come you also! O! end your ramblings and return.” Shuter was panic-struck, and said to Mr. Whitfield after the sermon was over, “I thought I should have fainted! How could you use me so?”