In the beginning of February , Mr. Colman, who had lately fleshed his maiden sword in the farce of Polly Honeycombe, came forward flushed with success, and produced a comedy in five acts, entitled The Jealous Wife. I am not now willing to enter into a criticism on this play, as, at that time, a quarrel broke out between the author and myself, and the breach was never healed. Mr. Colman had entered into a league with Churchill and Bob Lloyd, and that triumvirate, he thought, would be able to bear down all before them. Some certain artifices in Colman's conduct came to this author's knowledge, and, as they appeared to him in a bad light, he never listened to any terms of a reconciliation; he saw evident symptoms of a bad heart, and with such a man he thought a state of war much better than a bad peace. At this distance of time, he does not harbour any thing like resentment.