In the Evening the cloudy thick Weather continued, tho' not the Rain, when being at a Friend's House in ---- Lane _London_, and several Ladies and some Gentlemen in the Room, besides two or three Servants (for we had been eating) the following Interlude happen'd for our Entertainment: When the Cloth was taken away, two large Candles were brought upon the Table and plac'd there with some Bottles and Glasses for the Gentlemen, who, it seems, were intending to drink and be very merry; two large Wax-Candles were also set on another Table, the Ladies being going to Cards, also there were two large Candles in Sconces over or near the Chimney, and one more in a Looking-Glass Sconce, on a Peer by the Window. With all this _Apparatus_, the Company separating sat down, the Gentlemen at their Table, and the Ladies at theirs, to play _as above_; when after some time the Gentleman of the House said hastily to a Servant, _what a P---- ails the Candles_? and turning to the Servant raps out an Oath or two, and bids him snuff the Candles, for they burnt as if the Devil was in the Room. The Fellow going to snuff one of the Candles, snuffs it out, at which his Master being in a Passion the Fellow lights it again immediately at the other Candle, and then being in a little hurry, going to snuff the other Candle snuffed that out too. The first Candle that was relighted (as is usual in such Cases) burn'd dim and dull for a good while, and the other being out, the Room was much darker than before, and a Wench that stood by the Ladies Table, bawls out to her Mistress, _Law Madam!_ the Candles _burn blue_; an old Lady that sat by says, _ay Betty!_ so they do; upon this one of the Ladies starts up, _Mercy upon us_, says she, _what is the Matter!_ In this unlucky Moment another Servant, without Orders, went to the great Peer Sconce, and because, _as he thought_, he would be sure to snuff the Candle well, he offers to take it down, but very unhappily, I say, the Hook came out and down falls the Sconce Candle and all, and the Looking-Glass broke all to pieces, with a horrible Noise; however, the Candle falling out of the Sconce did not go out, but lay on the Floor burning dully, and as it is usual on such Cases, all on one Side, _Betty_ cries out again, _Law Madam_, that Candle burns blue too; the very Moment she said this, the Footman that had thrown down the Sconce, says to his fellow Servant, that came to his Assistance, I _think_ the Devil _is in the Candles to Night_, and away he run out of the Room, for fear of his Master.