He told the managers that he could not think of permanently leaving Ireland, where he was so well rewarded for his services, and added, "There is not a gentleman's house there to which I am not a welcome visitor," which shows that an actor can be a snob, like the worst of us.
When Elrington died, two years after the taking off of Oldfield, his epitaph was written in these flattering lines:-- "Thou best of actors here interr'd, No more thy charming voice is heard, This grave thy corse contains: Thy better part, which us'd to move Our admiration, and our Love, Has fled its sad remains.
"Tho' there's no monumental brass, Thy sacred relicks to encase, Thou wondrous man of art! A lover of the muse divine, O! Elrington, shall be thy shrine, And carve thee in his heart." One of Elrington's friends and artistic associates happened to be John Evans, a player possessed of talent, fatness, and indolence.

As adventures seem to be in order in this chapter, let us recall two which occurred to this gentleman at a time when he was in high favour with the Irish.

The first episode, making a warlike prologue to the second, had for its scene a tavern in the good city of Cork, where Evans had been invited to sup by some officers stationed in the neighbourhood.

Jack responded gladly to the hospitable suggestion; the gathering proved a great success, the wine was circulated generously, and many toasts were offered.

When the actor was called upon for a sentiment, he proposed the health of his gracious sovereign, Anne, whereat all in the company were pleased with the exception of one disloyal redcoat.