The letter from Sam (the immortal Sam who
never had a " uel "), which used to be the great
success of the evening, and which, delivered as
it was, used to make people absolutely sore with
laughing, must be given, with the stage direc-
tions, in extenso : —

{Before opening letter read " N.B.*' outside it.) "N.B. — If
you don't get this letter, write and let me know." That
fella's an ass, whoever he is !

{Opens letter, taking care he holds it upside down.) I don't
know any fella in America except Sam; of course I know
Sam, because Sam's my brother. Every fella knows his own
brother. Sam and I used to be boys when we were lads,
both of us. We were always together. People used to say,
" Birds of a feather " — what is it birds of a feather do ? — oh.
