In her excitement she must have used the lash too freely, for the animal started to run, the chaise was overturned, and the actress dislocated her thigh bone.

When she had in part recovered from the accident, the victim made up a purse of sixty pounds, subscribed among her friends, and sent it to the poverty-stricken family of the desperado.

How Nance would have laughed at the story had she been at the theatre to hear it told.

But there was no more merriment for this daughter of smiles; she was lying cold and still amid the stony grandeur of Westminster Abbey.
Poor Porter outlived Oldfield for more than thirty years and, having also outlived an annuity settled upon herself, spent her declining days in what polite writers call straightened circumstances.

One of the closing scenes of her career shows us a meeting between this veteran of the stage and Dr.Johnson, who could allow his kindness of heart and sense of generosity to overcome his hatred of things theatrical.