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for many years, and the original partners 

 have amassed colossal fortunes. Some 

 of my readers will doubtless remember 

 Mr. Miles Peter Andrews when he was 

 in the zenith of his popularity. His lite- 

 rary talents and convivial qualities gained 

 for him a host of friends and admirers. 

 At one period of his life, he wrote for 

 the stage, but, in spite of the excellence 

 of his gunpowder, his pieces never went 



off- 



The merit of the compositions was un- 

 deniable, but he lacked the tact, so essen- 

 tial to a dramatic author, of working up 

 his productions so as to make them act, 

 as well as read, well. In fact, they did 

 not tell upon the stage, and consequently 

 his comedies and farces were, with one 

 exception, mercilessly d d. 



The one exception is deserving notice. 

 It was remarked on the occasion, in the 

 Morning Post, that a comedy had been 



