“Sir,—When your bill is tired of standing, it is welcome to sit down.
Yours, etc.,
T. H. M.”
The next letters passed between Samuel Foote, the famous actor, and his unfortunate mother:—
“Dear Sam,—I am in prison for debt; come and assist your loving mother,
E. Foote.”
His answer was almost as brief, certainly as pathetic:—
“Dear Mother,—So am I, which prevents his duty being paid to his loving mother by her affectionate son.
Sam Foote.”
“P.S.—I have sent my attorney to assist you; in the meantime let us hope for better days.”
Quin had a misunderstanding with Rich, the manager of Covent Garden Theatre, which resulted in the former leaving in an unceremonious manner. He soon regretted the step that he had taken, and wrote to his old friend and manager:—