ubtless say, their

_Sunny_ locks
Hang on their temples like a golden fleece.

It was on the night of his own benefit that Mr. Lewis took a formal and
final farewell of the public, under circumstances so honourable to him
as no actor, perhaps has ever been able to boast of. _During the
thirty-six years he had been a player, he had never once fallen under
the displeasure of his audience._ The play was "Rule a Wife and have a
Wife," in which he performed THE COPPER CAPTAIN. After the comedy, when
the curtain dropped, Mr. Lewis came forward and addressed the house in
the following words:

"LADIES AND GENTLEMEN,

"I have the honour of addressing you for the last time. This is the
close of my theatrical life; (loud cries of no! no!) and I really
feel so overcome by taking leave forever of my friends and patrons;
that might it not be deemed disrespectful or negligent I could wish
to decline it; (Loud applause, and a cry of go on! go on!) but it
is a duty which I owe, and I will attempt to pay it, conscious I
shall meet your indulgence; for when I remind you that I have been
thirty-six years in your service, and cannot recollect to have
fallen once under your displeasure, my dramatic death cannot be met
by me without the strongest emotions of regret and gratitude.

"I should offer my acknowledgments for innumerable acts of kindness
shown to my earliest days, and your yet kinder acceptance of, and
partiality shown to my latest efforts; all these I powerfully feel,
though I have not the words to express those feelings.----But while
this heart has a sensation it will beat with gratitude.

"Ladies and gentlemen, with the greatest respect, and, if you will
admit the word, the sincerest affection, I bid you farewell."

During the delivery of this address, Mr. Lewis was evidently much
affected. His voice faultered, and the tear started from his eye. The
audience were also much affected at this parting scene, and took leave
of their favourite with loud and universal acclamations. The house was
crowded to excess.

Thus (says the London writer) every hour is seen stealing from this
stock of harmless pleasure, and our theatrical register serves only to
record our losses. What can we put in balance against the death of
Parsons, Suett, Palmer, and King, and the retirement of Mrs. Mattocks,
Miss Pope, and Mr. Lewis?--Nothing. What is there in prospect?--the
furt