SIR,-The drama is generally acknowledged to be the most rational and delightful amusement; the most conducive to the practice of virtue, by the lessons it inculcates, of any that has yet been invented for public entertainment; it is, therefore, always considered a subject of sufficient importance, to occupy a conspicuous place in a publication like the present. Theatrical Criticism, (especially if it be local) is read with some interest by those who do not frequent the theatre, while to the play-goer it is ever the most attractive article. It is to be regretted, that such critiques are too frequently dictated by prejudice, or undiscriminating partialitythat censure often proceeds from personal enmity, and praise sometimes emanates from the individual object of it, and (not seldom) from managerial policy.

The ill-success of the drama, of late years, in this 'large, populous, and wealthy town, has occasioned much surprise to persons who, through ignorance or inattention to the subject, have not attributed it to its right eause. To all who can form a right estimate of theatrical requisites, the cause must be sufficiently obvious, namely, an annual falling-off of talent, each year producing a worse company than the preceding. Surely the managers will, at length, open their eyes to their interest, and, not only effect an alteration in the company, (which it is understood they are about to do) but will be careful to provide better performers.

From the change which, according to report, they have already resolved upon, I anticipate no very considerable acquisition of strength, at least, the small quantity of genuine ore which the company at present possesses, will be expelled, to make room for that which (whatever its value) has been elsewhere rejected, while much of the present dross will be suffered to remain. It was my misfortune, the other evening, to witness the play of the Castle Spectre. In most of the characters scarce a line of the author could be traced. I had not seen the play for upwards of fifteen years. On its first introduction, I repeatedly witnessed its representation in a small provincial theatre, and always with pleasure. It was gotten up with greater scenic effect, and far more talent, than its late performance here displayed. There, for instance, the armoury scene was what the author designed it to be. Agreeably to the stagedirection, there were several suits of armour arranged on both sides upon pedestals, with the names of the possessors written under each,' the whole producing a grand and pleasing effect. Here, there was a single pedestal, and upon that pedestal Mr. Bass stood, after Mr. Rees had equipped him in something which served as an apology for armour-but why he was so equipped, and for what purpose he stood upon the pedestal, those who had not read or seen the play before, had no opportunity of conjecturing from the intolerable mutilation of the dialogue. The oratory scene, too, was a splèndid one in the little An elegant female figure, theatre I have alluded to. with white and flowing robes, was discovered standing at an altar, on which was a crucifix and an open book. On her retiring, after performing the necessary action in front, the oratory became suddenly illuminated, and a loud swell of an organ was heard. Here there was no crucifix-no book-no illumination! There was an organ-swell indeed, and a fine swell it was! owing, I suppose, to the laziness or inability of the bellows blower, it grated on the ear like the choked vociferation of a man struggling with

a night-mare. The ghost too! who ever associated

THEATRE-ROYAL, MANCHESTER.

the idea of corpulence, with the spirit of Evelina?' MR. SALTER, impressed with feelings of the yet Mrs. Moreton was the spectre!

Of the comparative merits of Mr. Salter and
Mr. Vandenhoff, his expected successor, it is not to
my present purpose to speak.

I have no doubt, that by a judicious alteration in
the company, and by better attention to the scenic de-
partment, the managers would promote their real inte-
rest, and seldom have to complain of an empty house.
I would suggest too, the propriety of their taking half-
price at the end of the third act, in conformity with
the general custom throughout the kingdom, and in the
metropolitan theatres. The reasons in support of
such an arrangement are too obvious to need explain-
ing; the arguments which may be used against it, are
too light to counterbalance those which may justly be
urged in its favor. I have no hesitation in giving it
as my opinion, (and it is the opinion also of most with
whom I have conversed on the subject), that the ma-
nagers would find their treasury benefitted by it.
MERCUTIO.

Manchester, April 24th, 1822.

THE DRAMA.

MANCHESTER DRAMATIC REGISTER.

M'Gibbon: Adelgitha; The Bath Road; and The
Monday, April 22nd.-For the Benefit of Mrs.
Warlock of the Glen.

Wednesday, 24th.- Adrian and Orilla; with X. Y. Z.
| Friday, 26th.-For the Benefit of Mr. Andrews:
Ivanhoe; The Promissory Note; and A Roland
for an Oliver.

TO CORRESPONDENTS.
Dramaticus is informed, that if he will considerably
curtail his remarks they shall be inserted: they
would at least occupy one page of our work, which
is more space than we like to devote, at one time,
to the subject.

The Essay, by Vindex, has been received; but it is,
we think, unfit for publication in its present state.
We have received, from "A Constant Reader," a
letter respecting a nefarious action. We should be
glad to have an interview with the writer before the
letter is inserted. The case is deserving of ex-
posure.

We apologize to S-, for having omitted to ac-
knowledge, in our last, the receipt of his first letter.
It was mislaid at the time of writing our notices.
He will, it is hoped, excuse the alterations we have
made.

Mercutio will perceive that we have taken a little
liberty with his letter, which, in its original state,
was much too long for our publication.

her poetry.
We approve of Julia's choice, but we do not admire

Ybank is informed, that the lines to which he alludes,
were not handed to us as original; we misunder-
stood the author.

A

Correspondent wishes to be informed,—" From
where is procured the immense supply of White
Sand used for household purposes in Manchester
and neighbourhood-the method of procuring it,
and the supposed quantity?"
Communications have also been received from No
Gull,' of Stockport.-A Well-wisher.-Ophelia.--
Juvenis.--Grotius.-J. B. jun.--Syphax.-Cen-
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ERRATA. Our readers are requested to correct an error in
the second line of the verses on seeing Mr. Minasi's exhi-
bition of paintings. "Single eye," ought to be "tender
eye."

greatest respect and gratitude to his Patrons, the Inhabitants of Manchester and Vicinity, for their continued kindness and support, begs leave to announce that his BENEFIT is appointed for Monday, April 29th, when will be acted (first time this season) the Tragedy of VIRGINIUS. Virginius, by MR. SALIER, his first appearance in that character. The Gentlemen composing the Manchester Military Band, have kindly offered their services on this occasion, and will perform several admired Pieces of Music, in the course of the evening. After the Tragedy will be performed * an interlude called the RENDEZVOUS. Mr. SALTER will then have the honor to deliver his FAREWELL ADDRESS.

The evening's entertainments will conclude with the Melo-
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Mr. SALTER, at Mrs. Edge's Library, King-street; and
Tickets and Places may be taken of Mr. ELAND, at the Box-
office of the Theatre.

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Most great writers seem to have estimated highly the applause of the ladies. The saturnine Johnson, who surely received praise enough to satisfy an ordinary man, and who was by no means averse to well-timed flattery, confessed THE case of an anonymous writer is rather that no compliments that had ever been paid to hard, as respects the topics upon which he him, (and he had been complimented by Mawrites; since he is often criticised and com-jesty itself), gave him so much pleasure as to plained of rather on subjects to which he does not advert, than on those which compose his speculations.

TASTE consists in a general and unconfused knowledge of the great and beautiful. Although we do not find many possessed of a very good taste, yet the greater part of mankind is capable of it. When, for instance, the common people are separated from the great and rich, and made subservient to them, then the taste of nature takes her flight. The poor having their attention always fixed on mean objects, and the rich on what is superb and costly, lose sight of simple beauty; and this is the reason why we find so few individuals possessed of refined taste.

Genius, the pride of man, has been possessed but by few, even in the brightest ages. Men of superior genius, while they see the rest of mankind painfully labouring to comprehend obvious truths, glance into the most remote consequences, as lightning through a path that cannot be traced, they see the beauties of nature with spirit and warmth, and paint them forcibly without effort; as the sun warms and enlightens the scenes upon which he rises, and frequently communicates to objects an unaccountable lustre that is not seen in nature. The poet and the painter have produced images which left nature Ουδείς. far behind.

FATAL CURIOSITY.

A GERMAN TALE.

not swim.

I never

I looked at Seltz; his dark glance confirmed
I had little doubts but that it was the
me.
body of a 'woman, yet I wished to be sure---
quite sure---but how to satisfy myself-I could
Seltz was an admirable swimmer;
I offered him a slight reward if he would dive
to it, he assented, and prepared.
experienced the impulse of curiosity so pow-
erful before. I was convinced that some mys-
tery there was to be developed. I felt that
uneasy restless sense of agitation which I had
formerly experienced, when unable to find a
clue to unravel some deeply hidden secret in
an old romance; I felt as anxious, as I did
then to open the last leaves, and lay the whole
explanation at once before me,

Seltz was now prepared; he was, as I have
before observed, an excellent swimmer; Ire
peated my promise of reward---he dived down

bed of the river; he was a fine young man ; he had received a deep gash in the head, it had stunned him, and in the struggle he had entangled himself in the river weeds; and all this had happened through my curiosity.

Thus perished a bold, adventurous and gallant spirit, through my folly and impatience; and though I may be exculpated in the eyes of the world from any guilt in the transaction, yet my conscience everlastingly casts all the blame of this fatal event upon my rash and unbounded curiosity.

THE FINE ARTS,

C. J.

THE APPROACHING EXHIBITION. Chelsea Pensioners receiving the News of the Battle

of Waterloo. This magical performance is by the hand of Wilkie.

Mr. Wilkie has been before known to us as a painter of in-door life; he now blazes before us as an artist of out-of-door scenery-and of scenery, in which his own species form, as usual, the prominent feature, and the mightiest of all military subjects. the motive for calling these features into play. We think there will be few alliterative proper names more grateful to

posterity than those of Wellington, Wilkie, and Waterloo.

It is our intention to give a pretty minute account of this extraordinary performance, because we think

that, in the place which it is now doomed to occupy in the approaching Exhibition, it will probably shine "like the moon among the lesser fires."

It was natural that the hero of Waterloo should be

beheld him descend; he had taken a wrong direction, and returned to the top of the water unsuccessful. He clung to the boat's side; the white object waved and streamed among the weeds, as if in mockery. Seltz looked at it, and then turned his marked gaze upon me, it seemed to say, the mystery must be unravelled. My glance answered in the affirmative; he looked at the object and dived again. I saw him lay hold of it; my heart beat quick-the water became muddy, and I was prevented from seeing. I waited anxiously the water became darker and darker--and I fancied I discovered stains of blood in it; horrible ideas floated confusedly in my mind; the current was not strong, and, therefore, did not clear fast; a minute had nearly elapsed since the desirous of decorating the mansion, voted him by the the talents of her choicest artists. Accordingly, Mr. descent of Seltz, yet he did not return. I liberality of his country, with a specimen or two of called out to him, little imagining how vainly; Wilkie was waited upon by the Duke of Wellington my heart beat quicker and quicker-my palate in person, and was requested to undertake a picture became dry--and my breathing thick and short; for him, in which, among other things, he might inmy eyes were fixed upon the dark stream; Itroduce a few old soldiers, or Chelsea pensioners, would have given all I was worth that Seltz playing at bowls or skittles. On receiving this commission, the intelligent mind of Wilkie soon seized, had re-appeared. upon a subject, appropriate in every respect, in which not only these Chelsea pensioners might figure in full costume, but the great achievement of his employer be made the principal cause of bringing them together, and of engaging them, in action and discourse, in a manner the most natural and striking possible. We are glad, therefore, to find bowls and skittles discarded, as more exclusively appropriate to the canvass of Teniers.

This brings us to a description of the picture itself, which is the largest of all those ever executed by the artist. The precise moment taken, is that of a lighthorseman's bringing the Extraordinary Gazette to a number of old Chelsea pensioners, and other soldiers, occupied in a boosing bout, round a table, before the door of the Duke of York public-house at Chelsea. The whole scene is a portrait. The time of day is early in the afternoon. The artist has taken uncommon pains to make his atmospherical effect clear, bright, and natural. There is a depth, and at the same time, a transparency of tone, in the objects in the fore ground-while those in the back ground, touched with equal truth, are of a more delicate hue, and keep, at the same time, the harmony of the pic

The stream became clearer; I looked, and could almost dimly behold the white substance -its horrible waving continued, I thought it changed into a human figure-and then into the mangled form of Seltz, that grinned in demoniacal mockery at me; it became clearer, I was now sure I saw Seltz. I looked; it I WAS crossing the Rhine in a small boat, became clearer; there he was clutching the one summer's evening, listlessly gazing upon object; he was bleeding, his legs were tangled the delightful and luxuriant scenery which in the weeds; the object had turned and dissurrounded me, when I was surprized by the covered the blue livid face of a woman; the undefined and strange glistening of an object clear waters passed silently over them; Seltz which appeared under the waters. I ordered was not dead; he seemed to be struggling and the person who rowed the boat for me to stop shivering. One hand was fastened in the white he obeyed we were not I suppose then above garments of the woman, the other was contitwo hundred paces from the shore, for we had nually and vainly pointed upwards, but the not made a direct passage across the river, weeds held their victim; he turned over-his rather sailing to enjoy the delightful breeze, eyes opened. I am sure he saw me, there was than from any other motives. He stopped; the reproach sat in their glassy gaze--nothing is river was as clear as crystal; I saw the object so dreadful as the curse or reproach of a dying I would have risked a hundred lives for floating at the bottom; I looked intensely; man. it seemed entangled amongst the water weeds him. I leaped out of the boat, I sunk---I rose which grew thickly there---what could it be--I struggled with the water--I again sunk-ture entire. my frame; But it is these "fore-ground objects," that now my curiosity was aroused. I leaned over the rushing sounds seemed to enter all claim our immediate attention; and glorious objects boat's side so as almost to upset it; it raised I struggled violently, and became insensible. About the itself up a little, and then slowly sunk again. I was washed by the current amongst some they are for British eyes to gaze upon. I seized a stone which lay as a kind of ballast reeds and long grass that grew upon the shore; centre of the picture is a table, at which (as before intimated) some old Chelsea pensioners and other in the inside of the boat; I threw it as near as providence had rescued me from the dreadful soldiers are regaling themselves with porter and pipes. I could upon it. The bubbles ascended--the death to which I had doomed the unhappy In the front of the spectator, and to the right of the water was slightly muddied for an instant--but Seltz. I hastened to a small house at no great table, sits an old pensioner, who was engaged in the again all was clear, and then it rose and sunk distance; I procured assistance and succeeded siege of Gibraltar with his bat cocked on one side, in bringing up his body; every means were and his head loose upon his shoulders-most exceedas before; I viewed it again and again. resorted to, to restore animation--but in vain-ingly drunk. His maudlin eyes, his protruded under he was dead. We laid him on the cold sand- lip, his unsteady attitude-the way in which his just

I felt an indistinct suspicion, which gradually gained strength, that it was a drowned body;

extinguished pipe hangs loose in the hollow of his hand his lean long legs, tucked up, and balanced against the chair upon which he sits-the emptied pot at his feet-all, all is the most exquisitely finished picture of stupifying intoxication that can be possibly imagined.

Above him, and well balanced upon his chair, in a see-saw position, is a strapping brawny Irishman, pointing with his right hand to the pensioner, who is reading the extraordinary gazette, and hallowing (as be turns to the left) in the ears of his drunken comrade, the leading particulars of the victory; but to which hallowing, the drunken old boy appears to be as insensible as if he were a figure cut in stone.

Above him, again-standing up, and leaning forward-with open mouth and eyes-and roaring, or chuckling, in the very joy of his heart-is a black musician in the 3rd regiment of Guards, dressed in the full costume of his regiment. The head of this man is a master-piece of Wilkie's art. The touch is absolutely magical; bringing the figure forth in the most surprising manner; while the gay colours of the regimentals-gold, white, and yellow-are of just sufficient power to balance the more sober tints of the surrounding objects. Another such figure would have put the whole group into jeopardy. This black was a servant in Moreau's campaigns in Germany, and had been a spectator of the decapitation of Louis XVI. Going on to the left, we approach the central figure at the table; which is that of a fine portly old pensioner, sitting down, and conveying an oyster at the end of his fork to his mouth-while, looking up to his comrade, who is reading the gazette, he seems hardly to know how to panseeven by the glorious intelligence which he hears ere he conveys the luscious morsel to his mouth. This man is a portrait of one of those who was in the late King's very earliest body guard. Above him, are a woman with a child in her arms, and an old East India soldier-the latter with spectacles on; each is looking over the gazette, as the pensioner reads it. The expression of countenance of the woman, is that of terror and apprehension respecting the fate of the regiment to which her husband belongs.

soldiery are depicted? This man is sitting on a
small barrel, with his leg boldly stretched out across
the picture, and he leans slightly to the left, peeping
over the gazette as the old pensioner reads it. His
accoutrements are finely and clearly painted; afford-
ing that strength of colour in the foreground, of
which an artist is always anxious to possess. himself.
A word only about the messenger of victory. He is
in his undress, on horseback, reining in the horse,
who wants to trot forward; and he leans a little to
his right side. An indication of a profile, rather
than the profile itself, is seen; while a red cap, with
white tassel, is on his head. Let us hear no more
of the bonnet rouge of Teniers, while our Wilkie can
produce such a bonnet rouge as this! The action of
the man and horse is full of grace. It was impos-
sible to set a soldier better on his charger; and it is
quite evident that he has been the bearer of this
most extraordinary of all extraordinary gazettes.
An artillery-man on foot, is standing by the side of
him, resting on the horse. These figures close the
left side of the picture.

We have thus described what may be called the
central part, or Sun of Mr. Wilkie's performance
but the surrounding parts may be considered as so
many planets and constellations of the largest class
and brightest lustre. The spectator must now turn
to the right, where he will find a numerous and
animated group, occupied in various ways, and ex-
pressing their joy by a variety of characteristic ges-
tures. We have first, two or three women, with a
soldier of the Oxford Blues: this soldier is dandling
a child, which he lifts in the air, having apparently
received it from a young woman, sitting by the side
of him, and adjusting her hair with a comb.-These
figures are admirable of their kind; the delicacy of
the female being happily contrasted with the bronzed
and manly visage of the soldier,—whose long booted
legs and military accoutrements are touched in the
happiest possible manner. A black dog-known to
all the army in the Peninsula, by the name of Old
Duke-is standing by the side of the soldier. The
countenance of a young woman smiling, next to that
of the Oxford Blue, is perfectly enchanting; there
being less preponderance of the ochre and leaden
tints than are usually seen in the female faces of
Wilkie. Above these figures is the heroine of the
group-an oyster-woman opening oysters, and
turning round to the old pensioner reading the
gazette. She is dressed in dark green; and is lite-
rally an ad vivum performance.

The pensioner who reads the gazette, is as much our delight as the drunken one before described. His well-cocked hat- his blue, and widely-extended eyes -his transparent complexion-his half-opened mouth, giving palpable proof of most of his teeth having strayed from their strong hold-the earnest attention, and resolute determination with which he We must go on, and make our readers acquainted goes through the gazette, in spite of the sensible with the whole group. There is a small bay-window pressure of the left arm of a huge Glengary High- a little above, through which a crowd of people are lander; the whole is so happily conceived, and so pressing to hear the gazette-and in the foremost is happily executed, that it may be doubted whether seen a serjeant in the guards, with his hands resting the pencil of the artist could possibly go beyond it. on the sill of a window-his head is turned on one This man is a portrait of one of the soldiers who side to listen, and if he had three ears" he would served under Wolfe, at the capture of Quebec. To give them-to drink the sounds of the glorious news the left of him is the highlander just mentioned, which is imparted! This is a portrait of a brave turning to his right, and looking up to the light- man, well known in other achievements than those of borseman who has delivered the gazette,-while he Waterloo. To the left of him is a countenance of a raises his right hand, half clenched, and extends his very different description; full of frightfulness, and Jeft arm against the orator, as if he meant to con- of a tint as if steeped in indigo-juice. This, too, vey the notion that "it was impossible for the 42nd you may swear, is a portrait. An old veteran sailor, to do otherwise than they did." Two or three with a wooden leg, is standing to the left, looking, figures are above him, turned to the messenger, and with a hard visage and fixed eye, at the reading periholding up glasses charged with beer or gin, insioner. This is a man who served at the affair of which they mean to drink his health, or success to Alemaar, and a fine weather-beaten hero he looks. the British arms. Behind is the head of a trum- Above is a Portuguese woman, shaking her white peter, with his mouth open-shouting for the vic-handkerchief above her head, as a demonstration of tory; while his left arm raises a trumpet to which a joy. The doors and windows of every house are small flag is attached.

crowded with spectators; while in the distance, as
the figures diminish, we observe a Scotch bagpiper
and a crowd about him-with a son of Levi shaking
bands very cordially with some old crony, whom he
may have fleeced in former times. From the be-

In order to finish the group round the table, we must notice the near figure, of which the back is necessarily turned to the spectator. This is the figure of a lifeguardsman, who happened to have a horse or two killed under him at Hougomont; and who therefore, strictly speaking, could not be at the reading of the gazette. But who would not pardon an anachronism like this? Who would not wish those fine fellows, whose courage and blood were lavishly devoted on the memorable day of Waterloo,haps, a century or two hence-that oysters might have been

to find a place in every subject where the British

By the bye, are oysters known in London in June? The artist, however, wanted something to engage the attention of the immediate by-standers, and has thus introduced oysters. We may anticipate a long and learned note, in some future biography of English painters-published, pereaten in England, in the month of June, A. D. 1815.

ginning to the end-from the largest to the smallest figure introduced-there is one predominant passion, or feeling, of joy and delight.

All is in harmony. The sun shines above, and the heart dilates within-every countenance beams with satisfaction—and without the least vulgarity of effect, the lowest orders are made to unite in groups and gesticulations, quite worthy of the mighty event which has brought them together. Neither the mind nor the pencil of the artist seems to have flagged one minute; so that you should swear this marvellous production were conceived and executed in the very spirit of inspiration.

BURNS.

Our readers will be gratified to learn, that Mr. Flaxman has produced a model of the statue about to be erected to the memory of Robert Burns, and which has been approved by the committee. The poet is represented in his native costume, in the attitude of contemplative reflection; in his right hand is placed the Mountain Daisy, emblematical of one of his sweetest poems-in his left he holds a roll, cn which are engraved the words Cotter's Saturday Night' a poem equally remarkable for its genuine piety and poetical simplicity. The likeness to Burns is very striking, being executed from the original portrait, by Nasmyth, procured for the occasion, by Mr. Flaxman, from the venerable widow of the bard. The statue, which is to be colossal, and in bronze, will be placed (by the kindness of the magistrates of Edinburgh) in one of the most appropriate situations in the New Town of that city.

MATHEMATICS.

Solution of No. 9, by Miss Agnes. Let 2a 5 feet; b 3.1416, and the height of the required segment.

2

Then, 2abx convex superficies of the segment. And (2 až 72)2 × 2=2ɑbx — bx2 — the plane superficies of the segment. Also, 6a 2x X abx 2 dity of the segment. Now, by the question, 2abx b x2 + 2ubx;

2bx 3

3

bx2

6

Lx 3
3

the soli

2abx2 This equation reduced, gives x 2.209 feet, the height of the segment required.

A neat solution to the same question has been received from J. H. Solutions were received also from Amicus, and X. Y.

No Solution has yet been received to question No. 10, inserted in the Iris, No. 12.

Question of No. 13, by Amicus.

My ago in years, months, and days, is required from the following data. The sum of the years and months, multiplied by the years, is equal to 1302;the years, less the months, multiplied by the months, is equal to 220. The number of days consists of two places of figures, of which, the second digit, less the first, is equal to 4; and the product of the digits, added to 50, will be the number of days inverted.

REPOSITORY OF GENIUS.
Answer to Charade, No. 14.

Is woe then the lot that is destin'd by fate,
For man here to meet with in every state?
It may be but Porson ne'er said, or e'er thought,
That woe thus to man by woman was brought.

:

Charade, No. 15, by R. S.

In public I seldom appear,

Yet ever am found in the grave,
When clamour has ceased, I draw near,
When present, it's riot I leave.
If mention'd, my charm you will break,
No longer you keep my decree;
With speed I your presence forsake,
To others more mute I then flee.