Mr. Donaldson was in real danger from another highwayman, who was celebrated in his day, and known as a fashionable man by the name of Maclaine.  This man came from Ireland, and made a splendid figure for some time, but as his means of support were not known, he was generally considered as a doubtful character.  He was by all accounts a tall, showy, good-looking man, and a frequent visitor at Button’s Coffee-house, founded, as is well known, by Addison, in favour of an old servant of the Warwick family, but never visited by him, when driven from his home by the ill-humour of his wife; he then resorted to Will’s, on the opposite side of the same street, that he might not be reminded of domestic anxieties.  Button’s was on the south side of Russell-street, Covent-garden; and Will’s in the same street, at the corner of Bow-street.  Button’s became a private house, and Mrs. Inchbald lodged there.  Mr. Donaldson, observing that Maclaine paid particular attention to the bar-maid, the daughter of the landlord, gave a hint to the father of Maclaine’s dubious character.  The father cautioned his daughter against the addresses of Maclaine, and imprudently told her by whose advice he put her on her guard; she as imprudently told Maclaine.  The next time Donaldson visited the coffee-room, and was sitting in one of the boxes, Maclaine entered, and in a loud tone said, “Mr. Donaldson, I wish to spake to you in a private room.”  Mr. Donaldson being unarmed, and naturally afraid of being alone with such a man, said in answer, that as nothing could pass between them that he did not wish the whole world to know, he begged leave to decline the invitation.  “Very well,” said Maclaine, as he left the room, “we shall mate again.”  A day or two after, as Mr. Donaldson was walking near Richmond in the evening, he saw Maclaine on horseback, who on perceiving him spurred the animal and was rapidly approaching him; fortunately, at that moment a gentleman’s carriage appeared in view, when Maclaine immediately turned his horse towards the carriage, and Donaldson hurried into the protection of Richmond as fast as possible.  But for the appearance of the carriage, which presented better prey, it is probable that Maclaine would have shot Mr. Donaldson immediately.  Maclaine a short time after committed a highway robbery, was tried, found guilty, and hanged at Tyburn.

Extraordinary Story.

What the religious principles of Mr. Donaldson were, I never knew, but I am sure he had too manly a mind to give way to superstition.  The following circumstance, however, he told me as a fact in which he placed full confidence, on account of the character of the gentleman who related it.  The latter was a particular friend of his, and a member of Parliament.  In order to attend the House of Commons, he had taken apartments in St. Anne’s Churchyard, Westminster.  On the evening when he took possession, he was struck with something that appeared to him mysterious in