shouts as I never witness’d to a Prologue.  It was attempted to be encored.  How hard! a thing I did merely as a task, because it was wanted—­and set no great store by; and Mr. H.!!  The quantity of friends we had in the house my brother and I being in Public Offices &c. was astonishing—­but they yielded at length to a few hisses—­“a hundred hisses—­damn the word, I write it like kisses—­how different—­a hundred hisses outweigh 1000 claps.  The former come more directly from the Heart.  Well, ’tis withdrawn and there is an end.  Better Luck to us.”

Writing to Sarah Stoddart, Lamb put the case thus:—­“Mary is a little cut at the ill success of ‘Mr. H.,’ which came out last night, and failed.  I know you’ll be sorry, but never mind.  We are determined not to be cast down.  I am going to leave off tobacco, and then we must thrive.  A smoking man must write smoky farces.”  Thereafter Lamb’s attitude to “Mr. H——­” was always one of humorous resignation.

Lamb should have chosen a better, by which I mean a worse, name than Hogsflesh.  As a matter of fact a great number of persons had become quite accustomed to the asperities of Hogsflesh, not only from the famous cricketer of that name, one of the pioneers of the game, but also from the innkeeper at Worthing.  Indeed an old rhyme current at the end of the eighteenth century anticipated some of Lamb’s humour, for the two principal landlords of Worthing, which was just then beginning to be a fashionable resort, were named Hogsflesh and Bacon, leading to the quatrain:—­

      Brighton is a pretty street,
        Worthing is much taken;
      If you can’t get any other meat
        There’s Hogsflesh and Bacon.

The Drury Lane authorities do not seem to have considered the failure as absolute as did Lamb, for on the next day—­December 11—­the bills announced:—­

   *** The New Farce of Mr. H——­, performed for the first time last
   night, was received by an overflowing audience with universal applause,
   and will be repeated for the second time to-morrow.

But the next evening’s bill—­December 12, 1806—­stated that “The New Farce of Mr. H——­ is withdrawn at the request of the author.”

“Mr. H——­” did not then disappear altogether from the stage.  A correspondent of Notes and Queries, May 26, 1855, remembered seeing it at Philadelphia when he was a boy.  The last scene, he says, particularly amused the audience.  And in William B. Wood’s Personal Recollections of the Stage, 1855, it is recorded of the Philadelphia Theatre, of which he was manager, that in 1812, “Charles Lamb’s excellent farce of ’Mr. H——­’ met with extraordinary success, and was played an unusual number of nights.”  Lamb, however, did not profit thereby.

The little play was published in Philadelphia in 1813 under the title Mr. H——­, or Beware a Bad Name.  A farce in two acts, as performed at the Philadelphia Theatre—­Lamb’s name not figuring in any way in connection with it.