And, after this night, let me never see a truncheon in thy hand again, unless to stir the fire.' ...

He took his advice, laid aside the buskin, and stuck to the sock, in which he made a figure equal to most of his contemporaries.
"Our genius flutters with the plumes of youth, But observation wings to steddy truth." No one can resist telling another story, this time of fat Charles Hulet, whose abilities were only equalled by his corpulence.

Having been apprenticed to a bookseller, he straightway proceeded to take a violent interest in the drama, and would often while away the evenings by spouting Shakespeare and other authors.

In lieu of a company to support him young Hulet would designate each chair in the kitchen to represent one of the characters in the play he was reciting.

"One night, as he was repeating the part of Alexander, with his wooden representative of Clytus (an old elbow-chair), and coming to the speech where the old General is to be kill'd, this young mock Alexander snatch'd a poker instead of a javelin, and threw it with such strength against poor Clytus, that the chair was kill'd upon the spot, and lay mangled on the floor.