MR. Jones having spent three Hours in reading and kissing the aforesaid Letter, and being, at last, in a State of good Spirits, from the last-mentioned Considerations, he agreed to carry an Appointment which he had before made into Execution. This was to attend Mrs. Miller and her younger Daughter, into the Gallery at the Playhouse, and to admit Mr. Partridge as one of the Company. For as Jones had really that Taste for Humour which many affect, he expected to enjoy much Entertainment in the Criticisms of Partridge; from whom he expected the simple Dictates of Nature, unimproved indeed, but likewise unadulterated by Art.
In the first Row then of the first Gallery did Mr. Jones, Mrs. Miller, her youngest Daughter, and Partridge, take their Places. Partridge immediately declared, it was the finest Place he had ever been in. When the first Musick was played, he said, 'It was a Wonder how so many Fidlers could play at one Time, without putting one another out.' While the Fellow was lighting the upper Candles, he cry'd out to Mrs. Miller, 'Look, look, Madam, the very Picture of the Man in the End of the Common-Prayer Book, before the Gunpowder-Treason Service': Nor could he help observing, with a Sigh, when all the Candles were lighted, 'That here were Candles enough burnt in one Night, to keep an honest poor Family for a whole Twelvemonth.'
As soon as the Play, which was Hamlet, Prince of Denmark, began, Partridge was all Attention, nor did