The amateur actor showed many indications of aberration of mind, and
seemed rather the object of pity than of amusement; he, however, appeared
delighted with himself, and also with his audience, for at the conclusion
he walked first to the left of the stage and bobbed his head in his
usual grotesque manner at the side boxes; then to the right, performing
the same feat; after which, going to the centre of the stage with the
usual bob, and placing his hand upon his left breast, he exclaimed,
"Haven't I done it well ?" To this inquiry the house, convulsed as
it was with shouts of laughter, responded in such a way as delighted
the heart of Kean on one great occasion, when he said, "The pit rose
at me." The whole audience started up as if with one accord, giving
a yell of derision, whilst pocket-handkerchiefs waved from all parts
of the theatre.

The dying scene was irresistibly comic, and I question if Liston, Munden,
or Joey Knight, was ever greeted with such merriment; for Romeo dragged
the unfortunate Juliet from the tomb, much in the same manner as a washerwoman
thrusts into her cart the bag of foul linen. But how shall I describe
his death? Out came a dirty silk handkerchief from his pocket, with
which he carefully swept the ground; then his opera hat was carefully
placed for a pillow, and down he laid himself. After various tossings
about he seemed reconciled to the position; but the house vociferously
bawled out, "Die again, Romeo!" and, obedient to the command, he rose
up, and went through the ceremony again. Scarcely had he lain quietly
down, when the call was again heard, and the well-pleased amateur was
evidently prepared to enact a third death; but Juliet now rose up from
her tomb, and gracefully put an end to this ludicrous scene by advancing
to the front of the stage and aptly applying a quotation from Shakspeare: -

"Dying is such sweet sorrow,