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she is rather too fond of exhibiting the first of those qualities. We were too much reminded of this defect, though our opinion of the whole undertaking is very favour able. Wherever rage and indignation were to be exhibited, she fulfilled her task with ability; and if she was less happy in the more tender scenes, these sceues were less important to the perfect colouring of the character. The last scene was very impressive, and her exit was honoured with distinguished applause.

The Castle Spectre is a much more attractive drama, though with less merit, perhaps (if less there can be in a play suffered to keep possession of the stage). Mr. Lewis, the author, certainly excelled all the writers of his time in dressing up these tales of terror, and in giving such a colour and such circumstances to his monsters and prodigies, as diverted the attention from their nonsense and absurdity. But the Castle Spectre is, at best, only a splendid spectacle.

Miss O'Neill gave a very impressive and picturesque representation of the part of Angela. Her address to Osmond had more force than belongs to it in the insipid bombast of the play itself. The presenting to Osmond the dagger, stained with her mother's blood, which he had shed, was executed with the greatest happiness; and the scene with the apparition produced the deepest emotion, by the mingled expression of filial tenderness and supernatural fear, in conflict with each other, until, at length, the latter prevails, and she drops Mr. Young played Earl Osmond with his usual ability; Mr. C. Kemble played the insignificant part of Percy, and was much applauded, for his own sake, not for that of the character.The part of Hassan was remarkably well supported by Mr. Abbott. Mr. Emery was entertaining in the monastic bonvivant; but Mrs. Yates did not look and move the Apparition well.

down lifeless.

OLYMPIC THEATRE.

THIS handsome theatre has re-opened with a new comic historical burletta, in three acts, under the title of Rochester.The piece is founded on a well-known extravagance of that celebrated Lord, and has

been excellently dramatized by Mr. Moncreiff, whose talents for such composition are of no middling stamp. The character of John Wilmot, which was admirably performed by Mr. Elliston, is full of humour. Mr. Pearman, whose vocal talents are already well known to the public, sustained the rank of the Duke of Buckingham. His songs were given in very effective style. Mrs. Edwin, the former favourite of Drury-lane, represented the Countess of Lovelaugh, and her propensity to merriment was so irresistibly catching, that she frequently “set the audience in a roar." A burlesque tragedy was the secoud entertainment: it was, perhaps, excessively farcical in some instances, but upon the whole, it created great amusement. This little theatre continues to be nightly crowded.

COBOURG THEATRE.

A NEW piece has been produced at this theatre, entitled El Hyder; or, The Chief of the Gaut Mountains. The scenery was particularly splendid. The action being laid in the East, several opportunities were afforded for rich spectacle, and they were made use of to great advantage. The view of a bridge and cataract called forth general admiration, as did also the representation of a triumphal arch and a pillar of victory. The procession of Hamet into the city, was splendid in a high degree; but the most imposing appearance was created by the view of the mine and the burning ruins. The story of the piece is interesting and well developed, considering the immense variety of incidents which it embraces. The characters were excellently sustained. The well-known pantomime of La Perouse followed, and the scenery here, also, would not be unworthy any theatre. Every seat in the edifice was occupied.

LITERARY INTELLIGENCE.

REVIEW OF NEW PUBLICATIONS.

Night-Mare Abbey. By the author of " Headlong-Hall." 1 vol. 12mo. Hookhams, Baldwin, Craddock and Joy.

THE truly unique style of this sprightly volume would have convinced us of its author without the assistance of the title

page. Headlong-Hall, and the delightful novel of Melincourt, were sufficient to establish the fame of their writer, as to wit and fancy, expressed in style at once chaste, original, and striking. This wit and fancy are not decreased in the volume before us; we perused the work with the most lively satisfaction; and we find in it but one fault, namely, that it is too excellent to be properly appreciated by general readers, and we fear it will be but a select number who will thoroughly understand its pointed and appropriate satire. Night-Mare Abbey, as the author informs us, is a venerable family mansion, the seat of Christopher Glowry, Esq. a widower. His only son, Scythrop, is of a character as eccentric as his father; he has been christened after an ancestor who had hanged himself, and of whose skull Mr. Glowry had made a punch bowl!

is, that Scythrop falls in love with her, without ceasing to love Marionetta; this. gives the author a fair occasion, and which he has well improved, of satirizing the Stellas and Charlottes of German romances.

The marriage of Scythrop with Marionetta, has however been fixed on, when on an unlucky remark from the former on his father's being too precipitate, the lady consequently takes offence and the match is put off; soon after Celinda takes refuge, as we have above stated, in Scythrop's apartment, and she takes the name of Stella. She is afterwards discovered by Mr. Glowry. Scythrop trembles lest his father should divulge his love for Marionetta, which in fact he does, and his son tries to drown what he says by bawling in his ear the formation, &c. of that useful member; and in which a lash is evidently given to a certain renowned aurist.

The two young ladies take their depar

Mr. Glowry, among other eccentricities, always chose his servants, " for a long face,ture shortly after this event, and letters aror a dismal name,"—his butler was Raven, his steward Crow, his vallet Skellet, and Diggory Death's-head, his footman.

Amongst the most agreeable of Mr. Glowry's visitors is a Mr. Hilary, whose vivacity is exuberant. A Mr. Flosky is a man of mystery, fond of the marvellous: a millenarian of the name of Toobad, is a character admirably, though very higbly coloured; the Reverend Mr. Larynx, an accommodating clergyman; and the orphan niece of Mr. Glowry, Marionetta Celestina O'Carroll, is a very natural character, fond of her cousin Scythrop, but capricious and volatile; flying off as she finds him most attached to her, and anxious to regain his affections when she fears they are wavering.

We must not pass by the Honourable Mr. Listless, who is one of the dozing kind of daudies of the present day; neither will it be pardonable if we omit to mention Celinda, the daughter of Mr. Toobad, a very romantic lady, whom Mr. Asteras, the ichthyologist, has mistaken for a mermaid (a being which he is in anxious search after), while she is seeking to hide herself in the environs of Night-Mare Abbey. Celinda at length finds her way to the apartment of Scythrop, who conceals her in another, by means of a secret passage through his book-case: the result of which confidence

rive, in a few days from each, informing the enamoured Scythrop that Celinda is married to Flosky, and Marionetta to the Honourable Mr. Listless.

The above is the chief outline of this amusing and well written work: we shall now subjoin a few extracts from those separate parts which we found particularly striking.

MR. GLOWRY'S IDEAS OF MATRIMONY. "Marriage is therefore a lottery, and the less choice and selection a man bestows on his ticket the better for, if he has incurred considerable pains and expence to obtain a lucky number, and his lucky number proves a blank, he experiences not a simple but a complicated disappointment; the loss of labour and money being superadded to the disappointment of drawing a blank, which, constituting simply and entirely the grievance of him who has chosen his ticket at random, is, from its simplicity, the more endurable.”

ORIGINALITY OF SCYTHROP'S CHARACTER.

genius, which his romantic projects tended to "Scythrop bad a certain portion of mechanical develope. He constructed models of cells and recesses, sliding pannels and secret passages,

that would have baffled the skill of the Parisian

police. He took the opportunity of his father's Abbey, and between them they gave reality to absence to smuggle a dumb carpenter into the one of these models in Seythrop's tower. Scy throp foresaw that a great leader of human rege"neration would be involved in fearful dilemmas, Nn 2

and determined, for the benefit of mankind in general, to adopt all possible precautions for the preservation of himself.

"The servants, even the women, had been tntored into silence. Profound stillness reigned throughout and around the Abbey, except when the occasional shutting of a door would peal in long reverberations through the galleries, or the heavy tread of the pensive butler would wake the hollow echoes of the hall. Scythrop stalked about like the grand inquisitor, and the servants fitted past him like familiars. In his evening meditations on the terrace, under the ivy of the rained tower, the only sonnds that came to his ear were the rustling of the wind in the ivy, the plaintive voices of the feathered choristers, the owls, the occasional striking of the Abbeyclock, and the monotonous dash of the sea on its low and level shore. In the mean time he drank Madeira, and laid deep schemes for a thorough repair of the crazy fabric of human nature."

CHARACTER OF MARIONETTA.

realises all the present good, the other converts it into pain, by pining after something better, which is only better because it is not present, and which, if it were present, would not be enjoyed. These morbid spirits are in life what professed critics are in literature; they see nothing bat faults, because they are predetermined to shut their eyes to beauties. The critic does his utmost to blight genius in its infancy: that which rises in spite of him he will not see; and then he complains of the decline of literature. In like manner, these cankers of society complain of human nature and society, when they have wilfully debarred themselves from all the good they contain, and done their utmost to blight their own happiness and that of all around them. Misanthropy is sometimes the product of disappointed benevolence; but it is more frequently the offspring of overweening and mortified vanity, quarrelling with the world for not being better treated than it deserves."

WELL DRAWN CHARACTER OF A PRENCHMAN.

"A Frenchman is a monstrous compound of monkey, spaniel, and tiger: the most parasiti

animals in human shape. He is born in harness, ready saddled, bitted, and bridled, for any tyrant to ride. He will fawn under his rider one moment, and throw him and kick him to death the next: but another adventurer springs on his back, and, by dint of whip and spur, on he goes as before, dipping bis handkerchief in blood or in otto of roses, with the same polite empressement, and cutting a throat or an orange with the same griuuiug nonchalance."

"Miss Marionetta Celestina O'Carroll, was a very blooming and accomplished young lady.cal, the most servile, and the most cruel, of all Being a compound of the Allegro Vivace of the O'Carrolls, and of the Andante Doloroso of the Glowries, she exhibited in her own character all the diversities of an April sky. Her hair was light-brown: her eyes hazel, and sparkling with a mild but fluctuating light: her features reguJar: her lips full, and of equal size: and her person surpassingly graceful. She was a proficient in music. Her conversation was sprightly, but always on subjects light in their nature and limited in their interest: for moral sympathies, in any general sense, had no place in her mind. She had some coquetry, and more caprice, liking and disliking almost in the same moment; pursuing an object with earnestness, while it seemed unattainable, and rejecting it when in her power, as not worth the trouble of possessing."

THE BLESSINGS OF A HAPPY DISPOSITION. "A happy disposition finds materials of enjoyment every where. In the city, or the country-in society, or in solitude-in the theatre, or the forest in the hum of the multitude, or the silence of the mountains, are alike materials of reflection and elements of pleasure. It is one mode of pleasure to listen to the music of "Don Giovanni," in a theatre glittering with light, and crowded with elegance and beanty: it is another to glide at sunset over the bosom of a lonely lake, where no sound disturbs the silence, but the motion of the boat through the waters. A happy disposition derives pleasure from both, a discontented temper from neither, but is always busy in detecting deficiencies, and feeding dissa. tisfaction with comparisons. The one gathers all the flowers, the other all the nettles, in its path. The one has the faculty of enjoying every thing, the other of enjoying nothing. The one

MR. TOOBAD'S COMPARISON BETWEEN PAST
AND PRESENT TIMES.

"The devil has come among us, and has begun
by taking possession of all the cleverest fellows.'
Yet, forsooth, this is the enlightenedage. Marry,
how? Did our ancestors go peeping about with
dark lanterns; and do we walk at our case in
broad sunshine? Where is the manifestation of
our light? By what symptoms do we recognise
it? What are its signs, its tokens, its symptoms,
its symbols, its categories, its conditions? What
is it, and why? How, where, when, is it to be
seen, felt, aud understood? What do we see by
it which our ancestors saw not, and which at the
same time is worth seeing? We see a hundred
men banged where they saw one. We see five
hundred transported, where they saw one. We
see five thousand in the workhouse, where they
saw one. We see scores of Bible Societies,p
where they saw none. We see paper, where they
saw gold. We see men in stays, where they saw
men in armour, We see painted faces, where
they saw healthy ones. We see children perish-
ing in maunfactories, where they saw them fou
rising in the fields. We see prisons, where they
saw castles. We see masters, where they say
representatives. In short, they saw true tengɔ's

where we see false knaves. They saw Milton, and we see Mr. Sackbat."

SPECIMEN OF THE HONOURABLE MR. LISTLESS.

"Fatout," aid the Honourable Mr. Listless, did I ever see a ghost?"

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"Then I hope I never shall, for, in the present shattered state of my nerves, I am afraid it would be too much for me. There-loosen the lace of my stays a little, for really this plebeian practice of eating-Not too lose-consider my shape. That will do. And I desire that you will bring me no more stories of ghosts, for, though I do not believe in such things, yet, when one is awake in the night, one apt, if one thinks of them, to have farcies that give one a kind of chill, particularly if one opens one's eyes suddenly on one's dressing-gown, hanging in the moonlight, between the bed and the window."

SCYTHROP'S INTENDED SUICIDE. "The day after Mr. Glowry's departure was one of incessant rain, and Scythrop repented of the promise he had given. The next day was one of bright sunshine: he sat on the terrace, read a tragedy of Sophocles, and was not sorry,|| when Raven announced diwwer, to find himself alive. On the third evening, the wind blew, wird the rain beat, and the owl flapped against his windows; and he put a new fint in his pistol. On the fourth day, the sun shone again; and he locked the pistol up in a drawer, where he left it undisturbed till the morning of the eventful Thursday, when he ascended the turret with a telescope, and spied anxiously along the road that crossed the fens from Claydike: but nothing appeared on it. He watched in this manner from

ten A.M. till Raven summoned him to dinner at five; when be stationed Crow at the telescope, and descended to his own funeral-feast. He left open the communications between the tower and the turret, and called aloud, at intervals to Crow -“ Crow, Crow, is any thing coming?" Crow answered, "The wind blows, and the windmills turn, but I see nothing coming" and ut every answer, Scythrop found the necessity of raising his spirits with a bumper. After dinner, he gave Raven his watch to set by the Abbey cluck. Raven brought it. Scythrop placed it on the tuble, and Kaven departed. Scythrop called again to Crow ; und Crow, who had fallen asteep, auswered mechanically, “I see nothing coming" Scythrop laid his pistol between his watch and his bottle. The hour-band passed the VII.-the minute hand moved on ;—it was within three minutes of the appointed time. Seythrop called again to Crow: Crow unswered as before. Seythrop rang the bett: Ruven appeared.

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"Villain!" said Scythrop, pointing the pistol at him," it is too fast."

"Yes-yes-too fast, I meant," said Raven, in manifest fear.

"How much too fast?" said Scythrop.

"As much as you please," said Raven. "How much, I say?" said Scythrop, pointing the pistol again.

“An hour, a full bour, Sir," said the terrified butler.

"Put back my watch," said Scythrop."

Margaret Melville and the Soldier's Daugh ter. By Alicia Catherine Mant, 1 vol. 12mo. Whitaker.

THIS is one of those useful tales for the juvenile library, blending instruction with interest in the guise of fiction. Its title is sufficient to shew that amongst other amiable virtues to be cultivated, that of benevolence is among one of the first: the work is also interspersed with occasional remarks on the propriety of encouraging British manufactures.

Margaret Melville is the daughter of wealthy parents, naturally inclined to deeds of charity, but indiscriminately, like a child, willing to bestow the same luxuries that she herself enjoys: her father explains 40 her the true nature of that beneficence which ought to be exercised towards those born in the lot of indigence. Clara Mountjoy, the daughter of a Colonel in the army, is her companion, and has been accustomed to wear muslius, &c. of foreign manufac ture; this gives our fair author an oppor tunity of enlarging on the encouragement of home manufactures; and she has well availed herself of it.

The pompous introduction of a Baronet opens a field to the truly moral Alicia Mant, to enforce the lesson of moderating the passions, and the certain prospect of rendering youth amiable and happy by their subjugation.

Of a work like this it is hardly possible to give any outline, as it consists chiefly of virtuous and moral instructions judiciciously and aptly introduced; we strongly recommend it to the preparatory governess, and to all those who have the task of teaching

"The young idea how to shoot." The excellency, simplicity and admoni

tory style of the volume before us, may be, would have procured them with greater ease and discovered in the following extracts :—

SUBSTITUTES FOR TEA.

"Has the tea-tree never been cultivated in England, Sir?" inquired Clara.

"Never with any effect likely to supersede the importation of this article of commerce from countries more favourable to the growth of this useful little shrub. A substitute has been occasionally attempted for it in the hedge-pick, or common sloe, the leaves of which have been so dried and prepared as in some measure to resemble the appearance of tea. But the imposition is too glaring, and we must still continue indebted to the Chinese. What maps have you been putting together?" added Mr. Melville, rising from his chair, and looking over the little girls' shoulders."

INLAND NAVIGATION.

more direct honesty the object of their wishes." "Where is lace made in England, mamma?” said Margaret.

"In your own native county, my love," replied Mrs. Melville; "which is an additional claim to our patronage, besides the general plea of the welfare of the country at large, which certainly is greatly involved in the encouragement given to the exertions of the lower orders of people."

OBJECTS SEEN THROUGH A MICROSCOPE.

"Margaret Melville had lately received a present of a very highly magnifying miscroscope; and her father and mother thought it would be a very seasonable amusement for Sir Henry to be made acquainted, through its means, with the wonderful constraction of the lesser creatures of creation. It is not uncommon for thoughtless people to observe, when they see their children

"What is the meaning of inland navigation, inclined to tyrannise over insects and reptiles, papa?" asked Margaret.

"Navigation carried on by means of rivers," replied Mr. Melvill," which are frequently very far removed from the sea, and are a particular convenience to those living in inland counties, or such counties as are not bordered by the sea. There is another species of inland navigation which has been brought about by the art and industry of man, and which gives a great facility to the transportation of articles of commerce in those places not situated near any large rivers. This is by means of canals, which are wide trenches dug to a sufficient depth to obtain water from springs, which are generally to be found under ground, and carried through every obstruction for an extent of many miles. We have many canals in England; France abounds with them; and in Holland they are cut even through the streets of many of their large towns, by means of which articles of traffic are brought home to the very doors of the inhabitants."

LACE MAKING.

"The lace which is made in France, my dear, and in the Netherlands, has the character of being very superior to any British production, I believe. And it is undoubtedly of very beautiful workmanship; still I cannot but consider those ladies unreasonably prejudiced, who in their admiration of the foreign article, shut their eyes against the delicate texture and beautiful patterns which have been produced by the industrious exertions of their own countrywomen, That it is in many instances prejudice, I am well convinced, for I know more than one instance of inexperienced judges in the article, who, after having been at infinite trouble and risk in evading the laws of their country, and importing into it contraband articles of commerce, have, to their inexpressible mortification, on exposing their goods to a more practised judge, found that a few miles' journey into Nottinghamshire

"It is only a fly!" "It is only a spider!" "It is only a worm,” &c. frequently not stopping to remember, that in proportion to the diminutiveness of the object, the more exquisite, in all probability, is the sense of pain; and, at any rate, that the indulgence of such wanton|| ness in childhood, paves the way to the commission of acts of murder and bloodshed, without remorse, in a more advanced period of life.

"Lady Mason might be reckoned among these truly inconsiderate people. Not naturally strong in understanding, the sudden loss of her husband had sunk her into a dispirited state of indifference to every thing but a selfish fondness for her only son. Her intentions, perhaps, were the best in the world; she did not mean to spoil Sir Henry; she did not mean to shew unkindness to her little girls; but the same listlessness which made her pass over unobserved any marks of the tyrant in her son, and prevented her from correcting him if he pulled the cat's tail, held his dormouse in his hand till the poor animal gasped for breath, or plucked off two legs of a fly to see how it could walk without, also was the occasion of her scarcely ever inviting her little girls to pay her a visit from the shool-room, or when, indeed, they were admitted into the parlour, failed of producing any marks of affection towards them. The consequence was, that her little girls were ten times more pleasant than her son, that they always preferred their school-room to the restraint of the drawing-room, and that the judicious and well-placed attentions of Mrs. Fairfax, their governess, would, in some degree, wean their affections from her to whom they were naturally due. To prevent this latter effect nothing could exceed the pains of Mrs. Fairfax; for, interested as she was for her little pupils, she had no wish of superseding their mother in their attachment.

"Did you never see any sort of insect through a microscope, Sir Henry?" said Margaret, as

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