ORIGINAL POETRY.

[Literary Gazette.]
DOGGREL.

To Sir Thomas Lawrence, on his mission to Congress, taking his Painting-room with him. Cannot you room for Sir Thomas make,

You folks at Aix-la-Chapelle?

Why then his own Room will Sir Thomas take,
Which will do every whit as well.
What a change! once shut from Italy,
Our artists were sunk in gloom;
But now if abroad or at home they be,
They may find themselves in Rome!
And in politics greater still's the change;
Since Sir Thomas by his skill,

Of monarchs and ministers the whole range
May place and turn at his will.

No Emperor will look on one side,
If he bids him look on t'other;
No King will stir whom he asks to bide
Till he sets him in peace by another.
Diplomatists, intriguing and sly,

Beneath his magic command,
Must consent on one thing to fix their eye,
And to one thing put their hand.

All sweetly composed, the mighty here
Will never quarrel a bit;

Nor standing armies need we to fear
When every General must sit.

Henceforth then, parchment bonds be vain-
(They never yet were true)-
That treaties more lasting may remain,
Let's try what canvass will do.

Then prosper thee, Sir Thomas, I pray,
In thy doings at Aix-la Chapelle.

Oh make Europe's Arbiters look all one way-
And every way look well.

Mid Phyle's rocks on Corinth's plain,
O'er Argos' drear and voiceless reign,
Where'er the Pilgrim roam;
From Pindus to the Appennine,
A thousand elements combine
To bear the spirit home!

* Vide Panorama of Athens.

A SKETCH FROM LIFE.

Οδοιπόρος.

Twilight was in the chamber, yet the flame,
That burned around the Sun's descending
throne,

In one long splendour thro' the casement came,
Tinging the sofa's silk, the Parian stone,
The pictures' sculptured frames, that partial shone
Thro' that rich dusk around the hues divine
By MIND upon the Italian canvass thrown;
Like the gold pillars of an Eastern mine,
At once the Indian's cave of gems, and holy shrine.
The beam swept round, 'till its full glory fell
Upon an idol's, yet a woman's form:
She sate upgazing, as if some high spell
Had on her bright eye fixed the sudden charm:
A half-hued picture lay beneath her arm,

That paused, suspense above it, like a ray;
Her opening lip her delicate cheek seem'd warm
With more than sunset's fires, till parting day

Veil'd her in purple shades, and all sank soft

away.

Yarmouth, August 1818.

TRISSINO.

SKETCHES OF SOCIETY.

THE HERMIT IN LONDON,

SKETCHES
THOMAS THE RHYMER,

[By Correspondents.]
EXPERIENCE.

Patriæ quis exul, &c. &c.

Unknown, untried, we fondly deem
That scenes there are of power supreme
To win the soul from care;
Land of the Muse's laurell'd page,
Land of the Hero and the Sage,
Shall grief disturb us there?

Too surely yes! pernicious skill
Hath Sorrow o'er the spirit still
Its empire to preserve-
No link of Thought's electric chain
But touch'd will send the pang again
Thro' every trembling nerve!
The shining lake, the mountain rude,
The very desert's solitude,

May move the tender string;
And times, when Joy insidious smil❜d,
When views of life were visions wild,
To pain'd remembrance bring.
Then wherefore fiy? secure to find
To every labyrinth of mind,

That care hath still a clue:
That by whate'er illusions led,
Forth from the home of Sorrow fled,
We fly not Sorrow too!
Tho' gilded mosque in cypress set,
Or, heard from lofty minaret
The Koran-cadence slow,
Or Marathon's immortal soil,
Or rugged Æta's prou d defile,
A moment's pause bestow:

OR

plied the Pedant, 'I am very willing to do the best in my power; but the sun itself cannot enlighten the blind." Rather rude, thought I.

The knotty point being discussed, and the LL.D. giving his common-place opinion, "Oh! by the bye," said Mrs. M—, "don't you think that young man ******* **** is a close follower of Lord B- in his moral or graver poetry?" 'Not a close follower,' replied the Doctor. "But-you perceive the resemblance?" Yes, madam,' said he, in his lameness.' "Did you condescend," said the Countess of *********, to look in at Lady H-'s rout?" No, madam,' responded the Scholar: I received one of her encyclical cards; but I never go to a vapour bath, withou. the advice of the faculty.' “Admirable!” cried Lady Caroline; "but I dare say, Doctor told you that he was to be there.” 'Your Ladyship is right,' said the Pedant: he went there, doubtless, in the way of his profession. Colds and catarrhs caught on these occasions, added to the intemperance of the one sex, and the dissipation of the other, are the greatest resources of medical men."

"I have a thousand apologies to make to you, for my Nephew," said the Dowager "he was really far gone; and I considered it as a condescension on

OF ENGLISH MANNERS. your part, to allow him to be set down in

No. XV.

A PEDANT.

NATH. Perge, good master Holofernes, perge;
so it shall please you to abrogate scurrility.
DULL. If a talent be a claw, look how lie claws
him with a talent.

HOL. This is a gift that I have, simple, simple;
a foolish extravagant spirit, full of forms, figures,
shapes, objects, ideas, apprehensions, motions,
revolutions: these are begot in the ventricle of
memory, nourished in the womb of pia mater,
and delivered upon the mellowing of occasion:
but the gift is good in those in whom it is acute,

and I am thankful for it.-Love's Labour Lost.

our carriage on your way home the
other night."Madam,' replied the Doc-
tor, I did not think him so far gone as
I could have wished; your Ladyship did
well to set him down in any way: and, as
to myself, I considered your carriage on
that occasion like a stage coach, and was
prepared to put up with any company.'
What a brute! thought I. "It is a pity,"
"that he should
rejoined her Ladyship,
be so given to swearing." 'Not at all,'
said the Doctor; when a man is given
to lying, he does extremely well to adopt
the habit of swearing; for he can have
no respect for his own word, and cannot
expect those who know him to have any
more reliance on it; an oath, on such an
occasion, may therefore be imposing.'
Very severe!" whispered a host of
Blues.

I made one last week at Lady · -'s conversazione, which my Cousin in the Guards calls the Sunday school; contrasting it with the Marchioness's at Homes' on Thursdays, which he calls little Hell, on account of the certain He now looked sour, but self-satisround table. At the first named assem-fied. My son says that you did not blage I met with *** LL.D. etc. etc. know him, when he accosted you, going How some people are spoiled! The mo- to see the Elgin Marbles," observed the ment he entered the room, he was sur-Dowager Lady · 'No, madam,' rerounded by all the Blues, "I am plied this Light, I took him for a charmed to see you," said Lady Char-stage coachman, and was perplexed to lotte; " you are just come in time; we think how I came to be either in acare all in the dark respecting a certain quaintance or in debt to one, as I conabstruse subject, and you are the very ceived that perhaps he accosted me for man to enlighten us.' Madam,' re-his fare,' " Very fair," insinuated a pun

ster.

The Doctor frowned. "His bro- | is more astonishing, they hold a high si- | twelve at night, as I was about to fall into ther is a great scholar," observed the tuation amongst their admiring satel

lady again. 'Yes, madam, a great lites.
Greek scholar; but his knowledge has
been acquired amongst themodern Greeks,
instead of the ancients,' said he, smiling
sarcastically. "Have you seen him
lately?" resumed her ladyship. I saw
a stiff cravat and a pair of winkers this
morning in the Park, with part of a face
grinning through a horse-collar attached
to a coat; and I conclude that he was
in the midst of these fashionable mon-
strosities. (A general laugh.)

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"Your old friend the General is much altered," observed a classical Parson; "he is grown quite an old man." An old woman, Sir, you mean,' replied the LL.D. and of the weakest kind. By the bye, what do you think of his wife?" I consider, Sir, that she has more caloric in her composition than any other being which I know, being a strong repellent of attraction.'-" The Duke," interrupted Lady Charlotte, "is gone to Russia." I hope that it will be a salutary refrigerant to the ardour of juvenile imprudence,' replied the grave oracle. "I meant to have made a Northern trip myself," resumed her Ladyship, "but, on reflection, I altered my plan." 'I am happy,' observed the Doctor, that your Ladyship's reflections go so far, some people merely confine them to their looking-glass.'

I now got weary of so much nugatory importance of so much ill-natured remark, without intrinsic value, and I withdrew, reflecting how unjustly many individuals gain an ascendancy over others. The reputation of a scholar, eccentric habits, grave dress, a severe countenance, and boldness enough to be rude, have raised the Doctor to his little eminence in his circle, where he holds forth, like the philosophers of old in their porticoes, and where weak, would-be savants and savantes come, each with their taper, to borrow light from an offensive half-illumined lamp, shining dimly in neighbouring darkness.

THE HERMIT IN LONDON.

CELESTIAL APPARITION.

If our readers can put faith in the an-
nexed story, we shall never hear more
of that bourne whence no traveller re-
turns; should they be incredulous, we

trust it will amuse them, as it has us,
by its quaintness and originality. It
would be well perhaps for sober sense,
that whenever

--"Well attested, and as well believed,
Heard solemn goes the goblin story round;
Till superstitious horror creeps o'er all "-
the fabric of heated imagination could
be as distinctly traced and attributed to
the workings of a vivid dream, as in the
present instance. The manner in which
poor widower describes his visitation,
has, we think, enough of the entertaining
in it to entitle it to a place among the
less grave matters with which we are in
the practice of diversifying, and we hope
enlivening, the pages of the Literary
Gazette.

the

To the Editor of the Literary Gazette.
SIR,

Having cast a cursory glance over some
of your latter Numbers, in which I acci-
dentally perceived a narrative of an "Ap-
parition of Captain Campbell," I am in-
duced to send you the following singular
story. I must however premise that the
letter from which I am about to copy, was
written to a most intimate friend of mine,
by one of the first literary characters of the
day, who himself prefaces the account with
the following observations. I copy from his
own hand-writing.

an agreeable sleep, I was gently awakened by a soft whispering noise, which entered at my room-door, and stopped at my bedside. Though it was not disagreeable, yet I never felt any thing in the world have such an effect upon my senses, for awfulness and solemnity. And there is nothing on earth I can remember, that has any resemblance to it, except a sweet zephyr gently gliding through a grove; and even that is but a very imperfect representation of it.

"I immediately raised myself up, and drew by the curtain, when to my great but most agreeable surprise, my dear wife, who departed this life but two months ago, was present before me. And notwithstanding the natural aversion which poor mortals generally have to the inhabitants of another world, and even to those who have been their dear companions, yet, my friend, who may peruse this, I can assure you with perfect truth, that nothing of that fear or dread possessed me, but rather the highest satisfaction and joy of having an opportunity of conversing with my dear friend, for so I must call her, the conjugal ties that subsisted while in this world being now totally

dissolved.

"I said to her 'I need not inquire about your happiness, as I was always confirmed of it while you was in this world. I assured you of it in your last sickness, but now I see evident tokens of it in your countenance and deportment every way. Indeed while you was an inhabitant of this earth, you was always possessed of a sweetness and affability of temper, of such striking piety, uprightness and integrity, as made you justly beloved and esteemed by all your acquaintBut now I see such splendour in ances. your countenance, such dignity every way surrounding you, as bespeaks an inhabitant of the blessed, as also one of a very high rank.'

To this my beloved friend answered, 'No, I am not of very high rank in the "Of the truth or falsehood of the follow-blessed abodes; but thanks to my God and ing narrative," writes the gentleman alluded my dear Saviour for the happiness I enjoy, to, "every reader will judge for himself. which is as great as my present nature is It is proper, however, to inform him, that capable of. And I know I will be still rising the transcriber was well acquainted with the to greater degrees of happiness, and nearer persons mentioned in it; of whom the wri- to perfection in the blessed city of my God, ter of the relation was a merchant, who had which I now inhabit, as I see all that enter do. however received an education, at an Uni- Thus much I have liberty to communicate versity, of plain good sense, and who main- to you; and also, that if I had improved tained, during life, an excellent moral cha- the talents which God Almighty gave ine, Thus are many Pedants spoiled. For racter, but the farthest thing in the world while on earth, better than I did, i. e. had from that of an enthusiast. Of the lady, I advanced farther in the exercise of holimy own part, the only novelty I per- who was his (the transcriber's) near rela- ness, piety, justice, and benevolence, and ceived in this character, was to have kept tion, he will only say, that the character thereby attained to a greater degree of exan admiring circle attending to his saying given of her in the following detail is just cellence in this life which you possess, nothing instructive, but every thing ill- and appropriate. Her piety, although sin- then I should have been directly placed in natured which was in his power. A dis- cere, was remote from all ostentation: and such a higher station in those blessed mancerning eye will find more of this species she was upon the whole one of the most sions, as my nature was capable of enjoyin the soi disant int ellectual assemblies of amiable women he ever knew. About two ing. And such happiness may they all exthe metropolis. These are the success-years only have elapsed since the gentle- pect who go on improving in virtue and goodness, while they are in this lower ful quacks of literature, who live upon world.' simples, as the French mountebank said to his gulled and subscribing circle. They have covers at the houses of the great, seats in coroneted carriages, and, what

man's death."

This is dated 27th November, 1787, and then follows the transcription of the merchant's own story.

"Upon Saturday evening, 2d September, 1769, betwixt the hours of eleven and

I Charmed with the conversation of this celestial inhabitant, I ventured to ask her another question: Pray, my dear heavenly guest, may I ask, how the blessed above

employ themselves? what are their distinct exercises and recreations, if they have any?'

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"After mixing in this company, although I could not perfectly understand their language, yet I was sure that they were talking of some extraordinary excursion which they had lately made, to view the wonders of a certain world, either newly-created or which they had never seen before. And Oh, how were they delighted with the beauty and magnificence of its structure, and the exact symmetry and proportion of its parts! Now and then they would fall prostrate in their adoration of Him that sits upon the throne, and of the Lamb, for ever and ever. I understood that they had observed something new and curious in it, which they had not seen before in any part of the universe. And now, my terrestrial friend, I must think that viewing the wonders of the Almighty in their different universes of worlds with which he has filled infinite space, must be no small part of the delightful exercises

of the blessed in heaven.'

"Having thus spoken, my celestial Visitant in a moment disappeared and left me."

forward their knowledge as much as possi- | your earthly frame, that you would wish to ble, and their conception of things; for all have known nothing about it. My apof us, even those of the highest order of our proaches to the beatifick vision are yet at a 'My dear friend, I know but little my-kingdom, are still going on to perfection, great distance; I must wait till I am more self as yet, though much more than you could without a possibility of ever arriving at the inured to the divine sight, till my nature be bear to hear in your mortal state; but I will summit. Besides, you must know that our more refined and spiritualized, before I can let you know what I am permitted, and inhabitants have unspeakable pleasure in enjoy it perfectly. And now know, my what your present state will bear. You may being agreeable to their fellow-citizens, friend, that I am about to leave you, never to be sure that a considerable part of our time especially to those of the lowest orders. meet again on earth, and that it was altois taken up, at stated periods, in worship- This is the effect of that universal benevo-gether upon your account that I undertook ping, serving, and praising our great Al-lence which does and will for ever reign in such a journey, knowing your anxiety and mighty, and his Son, our dear Saviour. those happy regions. pain of mind at my departure from the Our worship and services are pure and quite world. I hope that you will be no more abstracted, removed from the smallest degrieved for the loss of me, nor sorrow after gree of imperfection; our songs and choral an ungodly manner. I am translated from symphonies charm beyond expression, the this low transitory earth to the regions of number and variety of our instruments are bliss and immortality, for without this moalmost infinite, and, when joined togetive and of myself I had no inclination to ther, nothing so sweet, so truly great, glocome, although I sojourned on earth uprious and transcending, can be conceived. wards of half a century, and, bodily distemYou must know that I cannot bear such pers excepted, lived as happily as a mortal glories but at a great distance from the could do during that time. But now such throne of God, the centre of our worship is the relish we have for our celestial enjoyand praise, but I expect to be admitted ments, that we lose all taste for our terresnearer and nearer, as my nature will bear, trial ones. This is the reason why so few according to that progressive order and reincline or are permitted to revisit this gularity that subsists in our regions. This earth.' relation, you must know, is most part from the information of one of a much superior rank to me, who deigns to converse with me now and then, and whose superior knowledge gives me the greatest pleasure. And who knows but this same benevolent being may be appointed by the Almighty to converse with me, and to instruct me, until I come to a greater degree of maturity; for these go on gradually, as they do with you, no supernatural force being applied. My terrestrial friend, you ask me whether the heavenly inhabitants have any recreations. You know that there are many Christians upon your earth, otherwise wellmeaning people, and inoffensive in their lives, who, were you to ask such a question, would think it next to blasphemy. You will know them by their dismal aspects and melancholy countenances, which appear chiefly in their religious exercises, occasioned by the wrong notions of religion which they have imbibed in their youth, and which most part of them never give up, and by which they have conceived such shocking notions of the Deity, as to believe him to be an arbitrary and tyrannical being to his rational creatures. What pity is it that these poor deluded creatures will not allow themselves to be undeceived in this respect! For by all I can learn, the blessed above have many recreations, but they are all of an abstracted and pure nature, spiritual and intellectual; and the result of all is, that they are thereby enabled more and more to praise, love, and adore the infinite perfections of their great Master, who is the Lord of all things. For lately hap-been so communicative, may I dare to ask pening to approach near a company of glorious beings, many degrees above my sphere, and seeing them very intent upon some serious and profound contemplation, I ventured to join them, which they encouraged, for the highest order of beings in our celestial abodes are pleased when those of the lowest rank mix in their company, and they

"Oh, my friend, who may read this, think how my ears were charmed with such heavenly discourse, which encouraged me to ask another question.Pray, dear celestial citizen,' said I, do the souls that leave this earth, and come to inhabit your blessed abodes, do they know their relations, companions, and acquaintances, whom they had in this earth, when they meet in heaven?' Of this,' she replied, I cannot inform you, having yet seen none of them, I mean none of my terrestrial acquaintances. You cannot imagine what millions and myriads are with us; and all that can arrive from your earth, were all that ever breathed in it to come, would be almost as nothing and unobserved among the infinite multitudes in our regions. But I have no doubt that such souls" as in your earth were happy together in the exercise of virtue, or in any of the divine or social graces, and who had great pleasure in studying and conferring together on these subjects on earth, may meet together and renew their friendship in the regions above; but to talk of any subject relating to their terrestrial affairs, I am sure would be far below their nature, and would be but groveling in those blessed mansions.'

"My dear celestial Being, since you have

you another question? Have you yet seen
the Beatifich Vision, or can you give me
any description of it?' What I have
said on our worship, adoration, and praise of
the Deity,' she replied, may answer the
question. I know little of this glorious
sight as yet, and was I permitted to com-
municate what I know, it would so shock

I make no apology, Mr. Editor, for sending you the above, which is a literal and faithful transcript from the original in my possession. It adds to the singularity, and probably to the interest, that a gentleman of high literary character and acknowledged attainments, should have given perpetuity, and some degree of credibility, to this most wondrous tale. I shall conclude with his remark: "Of the truth of this story each one must judge for himself, merely observing, that the good lady had not, probably from her short abode in heaven, lost her habit and sexual characteristic of prolixity, and that through the whole of her long and digressive colloquy, her spouse seems to have listened with a very habitual and laudable deference and patience." I am, Sir, &c. &c.

THE DRAMA.

B.

DRURY LANE.-During the present race of novelty, in pieces, in performers, in readings, in revivals, and in transformations, were we fully to criticise what the Drama presents to us, we should have our publication entirely devoted to that single subject, which, with all its acknowledged interest, we do not think deserving of so great a sacrifice. In its present low estate, indeed, generally speaking, a mere chronicle of its evolutions might be deemed sufficient. Since the period down to which our last notice came, Mr. Kean has performed Sir Edward Mortimer, Sir Giles Overreach, Hamlet, and Macbeth: the intermediate nights being devoted to the murder of certain comedies, whose old age ought to have protected them from such

quota of fun in Mrs. Davenport, Liston, Farley, and Emery.

On Monday, Miss O'Neill made her first appearance for the season in Belvidera: she was received with peals of applause, unanimous, and of long duration. The play suggested nothing for fresh observation.

manner in which Ophelia was acted, that
her representative is not directed by a deep
study of the art. Were this the case, she
would display more equal talent; as it is;
she is occasionally quite poor, and seems
to be great only by imitation. We shall be
glad to correct this opinion, if erroneous,
which a few more examples will deter-
On Tuesday and Wednesday this theatre
mine.
presented a rich and various treat, com-
On the Provoked Husband, and the Fa-prising in each evening opera, comedy, and
shionable Lover, attempted here, we shall farce. The pieces were, the Barber of
not waste words. Whoever has seen the Seville, got up as an opera in two acts;
former play well acted, as in the older time, The Miser, a comedy in three acts; and the
would be mortified at its burlesque at farce of the Sleep-Walker. In the first,
Drury Lane: the latter was never SO Mrs. Dickons was restored to the British
strongly cast, but even in it the failure is stage as Rosina, after an absence of two
lamentable-*
yeurs upon the Continent, where she has
been acquiring both fame and science. We
ought to premise that in this production,
which is altogether admirably adapted, Mr.
Bishop has greatly augmented his profes-
sional fame by the manner in which he has
Paesiello and Rossini, with some original
managed the introduction of the music of
compositions of his own. It is no patched,
inconsistent jumble, but a whole, of fine
symmetry and extraordinary beauty. Mrs.
Dickons had therefore fit and ample room
for the display of her powers-powers
which unquestionably rank her among
the foremost of our native singers of
any time. We do not, indeed, find in

COVENT GARDEN.-We have offered a

her voice those tones which fall with

George-Barnwell-like assassinations. We | Prince of Denmark. We fear, from the cannot tell exactly how many first appearances have taken place this week; but if we can at the end of the season procure a list of all Mr. Stephen Kemble's provincial acquaintances who have, to use their own phrase, tried it on the Londoners, we faithfully promise to publish an extra sheet or two, with the roll, and name of the parts in which they appeared, in order to recall them to the remembrance of play-goers. It seems to us to be one of the most erroneous ideas that ever entered the head of a manager, that he will attract the town by a constant change and succession of secondrate and inferior actors; or, indeed, by great alterations in his company, or casts of parts. The theatres are never experiinentally crowded-they are crowded to see performances which have passed the ordeal and are loudly praised. The multitudes of visitors from the country, who few remarks on the performances of Mr. every evening constitute so large a proportion Farren in most of the characters in which of the money-paying audiences, never think he has appeared; and have, generally had to commend his abilities. But we are more of wasting their time to see whether some nameless person succeed or not; they have indebted to him than even for his clever heard at home, or have read in the Journals, acting, for his having, by his novelty and that Miss O'Neill, or Stephens, or Young, popularity, given a turn to the more freKean, C. Kemble, Macready, Fawcett, quent representation of good comedies. It was not that we might not have had these Terry, Munden, Jones, Dowton, JohnComedies before Mr. Farren came among stone, Emery, Liston, or indeed any of our principal ornaments to the stage, played us,-Mr. Terry could have played all the such or such a character most admirably. parts, except Sir Bashful Constant, with Is it announced while they happen to be in equal merit, but the new performer has London? they fly to see Belvidera, Man- given them fashion, which is perhaps more dane, Macbeth, Othello, Falconbridge, than any established performer could have inexpressible sweetness upon the ear. It is not what we understand by melody. Mentevoli, Job Thornberry, the Green Man, done. We thank Mr. Farren for this, as But in taste, brilliancy, skill, and execuPerriwinkle, Young Contrast, Captain Abwell as for the entertainment which his ta- tion, she is not surpassed. Her compass is solute, Dennis Brulgruddery, Tyke, or lent produces. His Sir Anthony Absolute, very great, her shake firm and close; and Tony Lumpkin, and never cast a glance in the Rivals, which we have not yet noher musical accuracy, to our discernment, towards the house where there are three ticed, is, very different from that of Dowperfect. and a list of new ton, and a very happy exertion. Taking exquisite airs with truth and feeling. In Pyne (Fiorello) sang some of the first appearances, people, who may indeed be far supename, Absolute, as a criterion of the the humorous and lively parts, Jones's rior to any of those we have mentioned, author's purpose in drawing the character, Count Almaviva was acted as if Beauonly the public have not had time to marchais had written the play on purpose find it out. In short, we believe that cellence is pitched upon the points where for him; and we might have committed the one half of nearly every audience con- Sheridan supposed the strength to lie, that sists of those who are moved by previous is on the scenes where testy mulishness and anachronism of thinking so, but that Fawcett's Doctor Bartolo, and Liston's Figaro, report to see something which they have unreasonable demands of subserviency are would immediately put in the same pretenbeen told is worth seeing. A sprinkling most prominent. Mr. Farren diffused his 'issions, which we could not with justice recomica more over the whole; and by his feli- sist. Blanchard as Tallboy, and Simmons of novelty is required to break the sameness even of excellence; but this preponderance citous mode of arguing with his son Jack, of novelty over established merit and fame, and of superintending his amour with as Argus, (rather novelties) added much to subverting all one's calculations as to what Lydia, as well as his genuine and chaste the rich cast of this most successful Opera. In the MISER, Farren played Lovegold, is to be beheld, and presenting scarcely humour throughout, made an impression on and Mrs. Gibbs Lappet. The former even one known face in the whole play, is in- the audience alike favourable to their enadded to his comic laurels; and the latter jurious to the profession, and must be de-joyment and to his own reputation. Young's did not lose one of her umbrageous wreath. trimental to any concern which adopts it. Falkland is stately, but interesting. Charles Kemble's Captain Absolute spirited nothing of the kind can excel their perWe have not space to say more than that -To return to Drury Lane. We have no remarks to offer on Mr. Kean: should our and gentlemanly. Jones's Sir Lucius, formances. J. Russell, in the Sleepwalker, purpose hold, we shall, by and by, devote though rather out of his usual line, better finished a night of as sterling amusement as we imagine than we could obtain it from any other performer since Johnstone, to the astonishment of all lovers of the drama as well as of Mrs. Butler, has been lost to the stage. The female and more farcical characters were well cast, and Malaprop, Acres, Fag, and David, furnished their full

the

we are inclined to think that Dowton's ex

Mr.

a page of criticism to his performances.
Mrs. Mackenzie was the Ophelia to his
Hamlet, on Monday, and both parts were
badly executed. Kean ought never to at-
tempt Hamlet. Nature has set her barrier
between him and success in that character,
for which he has neither voice nor figure,
and in which he has no opportunity of re-
deeming his defects by those bursts which
* After all, we find that only four new per-
draw down so much applause. Tapping mers are enlisted within the week-viz. Mr.
his head like a woodpecker, will never Cowell, a gentleman (much wanted,) Mr. Yar-
pourtray the reflecting and philosophical | nold, and (this day) Mr. C. Fisher.

a theatre may be thought capable of producing. Far superior to the Tumblers, who are gone without "the guineas ! ''

FOREIGN DRAMA.

ODEON. SALLE FAVART.-La Maison de Jeanne d'Arc, a prose Comedy, in one act. This is one of those pieces in which the French audience are presented with the double treat of having their own national vanity flattered, and their disposition to de