[John Britton invited two friends to dinner one Saturday evening in 1802.  One of the friends, an actor, became drunk ‘and consequently was not only very loquacious, but vociferous in reciting passages of his most favourite characters’.]

On the Monday following my small dinner-party, my landlord, my next-door neighbour, called and gave me notice to quit the house as soon as possible; for he could not rest in peace and security with such a riotous and wicked person separated from him only by a few bricks.  This landlord was a fanatical Huntingtonian, whose nasal hymns, and boisterous extempore prayers, often grated upon my ears and discomposed the nervous system.