Then, when the Arts, in smiling Plenty's train,
Shall oft invite ye here to meet again,
May your kind bosoms feel no other woes
Than what from our unreal sorrow flows:
While your applause shall turn, without alloy,
Our mimic pleasure into genuine joy;
Imparting and receiving such delight
As you impart and I receive to-night.



At the Request of the Performers, spoken by Mr. Rose, at the Royalty Theatre, and with great Applause.

PAINFUL'S his task, when human ills assail,

Whom Fate compels to tell the mournful tale!
In tremulous accents the sad periods flow,

And the tongue fault'ring stammers woe on woe!
Sighs choak the utterance, which would facts unfold,
And unadorn'd the grief-fraught story's told.

How chequer'd is the Fate attends us all!
How rapid oft man's rise, how quick his fall!
Succeeding with preceding hours at strife,
How mutable is the short span of life !
This hour in sun-shine may glide ou serene,

The next, dark storms and tempests cloud the scene!
This, happy Ease may boast, unfraught with Care,
The next, Misfortune goaded by Despair!

But to the task, my co-mates have decreed,

List to our tale, our cause—your hearts will plead.
Before that public, whose applause we court,
Whose praise is honour, and whose smiles support,
Oft has our Circus' histrionic band,

For approbation labour'd heart and hand!
Their efforts to amuse industrious tried,
And hail'd your patronage with grateful pride!
Possess'd of that our fortunes seem'd to smile,
And brightning prospects cherish'd willing toil!
A few short weeks had but to disappear,
Ere each would reap the harvest of his year.

Of livelihood the actor's greatest source

Think then our sufferings on the dread reverse!
In one short hour our prospects all expire!
Entomb'd with hope, in all-devouring fire!
No partial suffering, no unequal check,
One general crash-one universal wreck !
A whole community (or more or less,)
From comfort driv'n to gradual distress.
"E'en those we serv'd, and whom we all revere,
"Under whose sway we've toil'd for many a year!
"With whom we trust, again to rise or fall;
"The greatest sufferers, dispossess'd of all !"
Yet let us not assert, of all bereft,
Though hard the struggle, fortitude is left!
And let but feeling range its wonted scope,
A British public may revive sweet Hope!
Once more re-animate a drooping cause,
And crown our perseverance with applause!



This theatre was opened for the season on Saturday the 14th September, when Mrs. JORDAN performed the Country Girl, the chef d'œuvre of this incomparable actress.

We present our readers with lists of the principal performers of both theatres, from which they may form their own judgment of the comparative strength of the two companies.

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Mr. Braham.

Mr. Kelly.

Mr. Dignum.
Mr. Gibbon.

Madame Storace.

Mrs. Mountain.
Miss De Camp.

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Mr. Kemble, (acting manager.)
Mr. Cooke.

Mr. C. Kemble.


Mademoiselle Parisot.
Mrs. Sharp.

Since the last season this theatre has lost the talents of Mr. POPE, an actor of very superior ability, and of Mrs. Harlowe. Mr. Suett has quitted the stage of life; and Mr. and Mrs. H. Johnston have returned to their former quarters at Covent Garden. Mr. and Master Byrne have also weakened the corps de ballet by their seces -. sion. The additions the company has yet received are Braham and Storace; Mr. and Mrs. H. Siddons; Mr. and Mrs. Dormer, and Mademoiselle Parisot. Mr. Stephen Kemble has likewise been engaged to play Falstaff three nights. In the room of Suett there is no necessity to engage any new performer; his characters will be distributed to, and most ably filled by, Dowton, Collins, and Mathews.

Master Betty.
Mr. H. Johnston.
Mr. Murray.

Mr. Grimaldi.

Mr. and Mrs. Dormer appeared on the 18th in Gibby and Flora in the Wonder. They lately belonged to the Richmond company, and have been mentioned as respectable performers in some of our accounts of that theatre.--They were well received, and went through their characters very creditably.

20th SEPT.-Mr. Stephen Kemble's Falstaff attracted a full house. We have already delivered our sentiments respecting his performance of the Knight, and we have no reason to alter our opinion. Mr. H. Siddons made his entrée in the "Madcap Prince of Wales," a character, with the exception of the scene in which he announces his reformation, not well adapted to the talents of this gentleman, who is a greater favourite with the mournful than the comic muse.

23.---Mrs. H. SIDDONS made her appearance in Juliet, and was most loudly and deservedly applauded. Mr. Dormer, in the Friar, seemed to speak with good sense; but from a defect in his articulation, he could not well be heard. We think Romeo the least successful of all Mr. Elliston's tragic efforts. In the farce of Matrimony, however, which succeeded, he made ample amends for his deficiency in the play. We have never witnessed a pleasanter piece of acting; JORDAN in the same piece is scarcely superior to him.


Opened its doors for the winter, on Monday the 16th of September, with Mr. Morton's last comedy of the School of Reform, and the Padlock. The following is the muster-roll of this house.

Mr. Hargrave.

Mr. Brunton.

Mr. Chapman.

Mr. Lewis.

Mr. Munden.

Mr. Fawcett.

Mr. Emery.
Mr. Blanchard.

Mr. Farley.

Mr. Simmons.

Mr. Liston.

Mr. H. Lewis.

Mr. Waddy.

Mr. Rock.

Mr. Davenport.
Mr. Beverley.

Mr. Creswell.
Mr. Claremont.
Mrs. Siddons.
Mrs. Litchfield.
Mrs. Glover.

Mrs. H. Johnston.

Mrs. Gibbs.

Mrs. Mattocks.
Mrs. Davenport.

Miss Smith.

Miss Brunton.

Mrs. Dibdin.

Mrs. St. Leger.

Mrs. Humphries.

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We lose, this season, Braham and Storace, Mr. and Mrs. H. Siddons, Miss Marriott, Miss Wheatley, Mrs. Taylor, Mr. Cory, Mr. Darley and Mr. Bologna, Junr. (the Harlequin.) Miss Marriott takes the situation which Miss Smith has left at Bath. In exchange for the Siddonses there are Mr. and Mrs. H. Johnston. The fresh engagements are also numerous.---Mr. Bennett, from Bath; Miss Smith, from the same theatre; Mr. Liston, and Miss Tyrer, from the Haymarket; Mr. H. Lewis, the son of our favourite comedian, from Liverpool; the Byrnes from Old or rather New Drury; and Miss Lupino, a pupil of Didelot's, from St. Petersburg.


What is to be done with all this effective force, "we shall see anon. Hitherto we have nothing to notice, except the appearance of Mr. Bennett, who performed Don Diego on the night of opening; he has a good manly voice, pleasantly toned and well modulated. He gave the songs of Diego with considerable taste and effect; and what among vocal performers is not common, he speaks and acts as respectably as he sings. He is in every respect greatly superior to Darley, whose place he is to occupy. We had nearly forgotten the most important piece of intelligence---Miss Mudie, the seven years old wonder, of whom we published a long account in our last number, is engaged to play at this theatre three nights; or, perhaps, three and thirty, just as the town in its caprice may happen to run after her!!


SEPTEMBER 12.-Mr. ELLISTON's night.-A new piece in one act, called Who's afraid? Ha! Ha! Ha! was performed on this evening for the first țime. It is a very pleasing little drama, adapted to the patriotic spirit of the times,

exhibiting the supposed whimsical bustle and confusion which would take place in a country town in case of actual invasion; and the British valour which would repel, and finally triumph over the daring trespassers on our native shores. An excellent prologue, in the character of a volunteer, was admirably delivered by Mr. Elliston; but in the courageous hero of the piece, a sort of English Rolla, he was so imperfect as very much to injure the effect of the character. Two lines on a bad senatorial orator which we have somewhere read, and which the oddity of the rhyme, more than any thing else, makes us remember, are too applicable to Mr. Elliston on this occasion.

"And then what a sight, in a speech of eclat,

"To see a great genius peeping into his hat.”

Mathews in Twit, the loquacious barber, a happy comic sketch, convulsed the house with laughter. The piece went off with great applause. It is evidently the hasty production of a writer capable of better things.

This theatre closed on Saturday the 14th, when Mr. Mathews returned the usual thanks of the proprietors and performers.

On the Monday following the house was again opened for the benefit of Mr. Waldron, the prompter, who, improving on the rage for child-acting, gave us the tragedy of Douglas, in which all the characters were performed by little boys and girls from a boarding school. We were not present, but we have understood that the Norval and Glenalvon shone among the "little eyasses” with uncommon splendour.

Now that we are speaking of this "aery of children." we will take the liberty of introducing a jeu d'esprit which has just appeared in one of the morning prints. It is rather a pleasant satire on the present Roscio-Mania.

"A provincial paper says-We are confidently informed, on good authority, that the little phænomenon, aged seven years, and her six younger sisters, have entered into articles with the manager of Drury Lane theatre, for the ensuing season. The dry nurse of the youngest, we hear, is also engaged at a liberal salary. Miss is to make her first appearance in Isabella."

Every nursery is now converted into a green-room, and instead of See sare, Margery Daw, or Lullaby, lullaby, on the tree top, nothing now is heard but To be, or not to be? or, Angels and ministers of grace defend us! or, My name is Norval, &c.

A young lady of rising talents, and the most astonishing acquirements, (just entering her sixth year) was lately grossly insulted by the ignorant manager of a country theatre desiring her to take the part of one of the babes in The Children in the Wood; "No," cried the young phænomenon, with great spirit, "me wo'nt-me shall be a queen, me shall." The poor manager, finding he had mistaken his cue, thought it prudent to put her name in the hand-bills, in the part of Roxana, in Alexander the Great, which character she represented the night following with the greatest eclat.

A young gentleman, (who was just put into words of eight syllables) lately made his entrée on the boards of the Belfast theatre (that prolific nursery of theafrical genius) in the arduous character of Richard the Third: no doubt was entertained of his success, as he was thoroughly read in the part, and had every necessary requisite ; very unluckily, however, he had not been apprised of the mode in which an audience testify their approbation; and on being saluted with a vio

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