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Drury-Lane, have produced nothing this is delected by the viceroy himself, and month to call for observations, Fazio pot daring, on account of her 'fears for and the Bryde of Abydos having been her child, to avow her real motive, she repealed every evening, with the ex is convicted, on the strength of sume ception of the Oratorios, with increased dubious expressions she was overbeard erfect to crowded audiences. The Ora. to utler, of a design to poisou the vicetorios, the one under the direction of queen, and is condeinned to the fames. Sir George Smart, and the other under It hapeus fortunately, however, that that of Mr. Ashley, have been honoured Picquillo (Lision), a young Spaniard, with the most distinguished approba has in the mean time discovered the tion.

secret, and communicating il to the chief The principal attractions at Co physician, Dr. Bonoro (Fawcelt), the reot-Garden have been, Mr. Bra viec-queen is restored to health, and ham, Miss Corri, Miss Stephens, Mr. Zami, with her husband Mircan, who Thorne, and Mr. Yardley. This was had resolved to share ber fate, is saved, the first appearance of the latter gen. after the pile had been kindled, by an tleman, and the second of the prece:ling act of grace, on account of her mistress's one. The sweetness, taste, and expres. recovery. The interest excited by the sion, with which Miss Curri gave the piece is compartively trißing, nor do we celebrated “ Angels ever bright and think it by any means as good as any of fair,” were exquisite. The uew duelto, the author's other productions. The for the first time, performed by Mr. incidents, as may be seen, are few, and Brahain and Miss Slephens, did not give one so absurd as to excite merited disthe degree of satisfaction which was, approbation. We allude to Chinchilla's expected. Miss Frith, Miss George, (Mrs. Garrick) project for l'icquillo's Mr. Thorne, and Mr. Yardley, exbibited escape. The music, with a single extalents, certainly far beyond the sphere ception, is the composition of Bisbop of mediocrity-Miss Frith, indeed, pro and Braham, and possesses considerable inises to rank amongst some of the first merit. The airs or single songs, in geam rate singers. Mr. Braham was accom. nerat, forin the least successful part; panied in a song by Mr. Lindley upon they are not remarkable either for uriihe violoncello, which was luudly ap ginality or distinctness of character, and plauded. The admirable selection gave, some passages in them are obvious plaupon the whole, great satisfactiva. giarisins from well-known subjects. The

FEB. 21. - 'This evening the new conccrted pieces are very good; we' Opera, which has been long in prepara particularly adınired the opening trio, tion, was produced with the title of the septettu in the 2d act, and the Zuma; or, the Tree of Flealth. The chorus in thc 3d, “ Dangnier of error, scene is placed at Lima, aod the period heur.” The introductory slow moveis about the middle of the 17th century. Incot of the overture also deserves non Zumu (Miss Stephenson), a Peruvian tice, as the evident work of a musician lads, the wife of Mirvan (Braham), an of taste and experience. The exception Indiao chief, being one of the attend above alluded io, is the celebrated Mar.' auts on the vice-qucon (Miss Foute), seillois Hymn, " dux armes mes citoand known to be greatly attached to yens," so popular during the first years ber, is suspected by her countrymen, of the French revolution, and whicha who, detesting thic Spaniards, would produced in ils day a greater sensation keep the secret from them, of an inlen- than any other. The words to which it tion to reveal the properties of the was applied on Saturday night, are a bark, which appears to be the oolyparody on the original ones, aid, admeans left fur restoring the health of inilling au application to some lale wpher inistress. To secure her fidelity, popular ministerial acts, raiscú a coogie her child is deposited as a hostage, and derable lumult in the house. It was ils life is to be the forfeit of the mo sung by Brabans. On the whole we ther's treachery. Distracted between anticipated a favourable result of ico ber desire to save the vice-queen, and success, as the music is pretty. "The the terrors of maternal love, she re scenery is beautiful, and the dialogue solsen, at the suggestiou of ber bus replete with point, though, ou a better baod, to iofuse secretly the healing por. fuminatina, it wight have pruduced beition juto the accustomed driak of the ier effects, sick lady, so the act of duing this sac

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1818. Jan. 26. Point of Honour-Bombastes Furioso.


7. Gay Mannering-Harlequin Gulliver. Harlequin Gulliver.

9. Fazio-Ditto. 27. Guy Mannering-Ditto.

10. Guy Mannering-Ilustrious Travel.c. 28. She Stoops to Conquer-Ditto.

11. No Performance. 29. Point of Honour - Three Miles froin Pa.

12. Fazio-Harlequin Gulliver. ris-Harlequin Gulliver.

13. Oratorio so. No Performance,

14. Guy Mannering-Illustrious Travelber. 31. Guy Mannering-Harlequin Gulliver.

16. Fazio-Harlequin Gulliver. Feb. 2. Point of Honour-Bombastes Furioso

17. Point of Honour-Illustrious Traveller, Harlequin Gulliver.

18. No Performance, 3. Artaxerxes - The Illustrious Traveller

19. Fazio-Harlequin Galliver. Harlequin Gulliver.

20. Oratorio. 4. --Oratorio.

21. Zuma-Illustrious Traveller. 5. Fazio- Illustri ous Traveller.

23. Fazio-Harlequin Gulliver. 6. Oratorio.


THE SURREY THEATRE. FEB. 2.-“ Fazio, or the Italian some clue to his fate. He here meets Wife."- It is one of the proudest com with bis royal mother-an explanation pliments which could be paid to Mr. ensues—the villaioy of Emerie recoils Dipin's management of this concern, upon himself, and he falls by the hand that the tragedy of Fazio, now so popu of Lord Cossimer, Kinprili's son. . The Jar at Bath, and from its very superior rightful sovereigns of Illyria are cast of characters, promising to be so po slored~vice meets its punishment, aod pular in London, was originally brought virtue its reward, out as an acling piece at the Surrey From this slight sketch, it will be evi. Theatre, and from its first performance, dent, that the piece is more than osisbas continued to attract crowded houses, aily interesting, and from the excellent and to elicit undiminished applause. It acling of the priucipal characters, it rewas this evening re-produced, and the ceived every assisiance that could add, principal characters sustained by Miss to its effect. . Between the first and Tayler, and Mr. Huotley, with their second acts, an Address somewhat.oa usual excellence.

the plan of Shakspeare's Chorus, is ad. Fes. 9. – Noureuulé encore ! - Mr. mirably recited by Miss R. Adcock in Coleridge's Dramatic Poem of Znpolyn the character of Ariel, and concludes has furnished the Surrey Theatre with with the favourite air of " Where the a splendid Melo-Drama, entitled “ The Bee sucks"-Il principally alludes to War Wolf.It consists in the successful the lapse of 20 years in the interval of altempts of Emeric to secore in hisoen the two acts, and contains much point person the sovereignty of Illyria, by and humour. We have only to add that deposing the Queen Zapolya and ber in this piece, Mrs. T. Dibdin made her infant son, who with Kinprili, a lord of first appearavce this season, and was re, the court, only escape the vengeance of ceived with loud and merited applause, the usurper by secret fight. lo the and that the scenery, always good, was forest to which they fee for shelter, the upon this occasion superior to aoy we Queen entrusts the infant Prince to a have lately witnessed. peasant, and seeks refuge in a cavero. Feb. 16.- Tom Jones" still retaias Twenty years are now supposed to have its popularity, and in fact seeins lo inelapsed before the curtain again rises prove on repetition. In our original and discovers all the characters as they notice of this Burletla we omitted to were left, with only the changes which announce the debut of Miss Jonas from lime bas wrought in their various ages. Windsor in the character of Sophius Zapolia and Kinprili still inhabit the

Western. This young Lady appears to cave, which, from the terrific sounds possess much musical talent, and has that occasionally issue from it, is deemed since appeared in one or two other parts the residence of a War Wolf. The' to much advantage. The Algerine specyoung Prince, hitherto brought up as a tacle revived this evening, has lost gone Mountaineer, is now informed of the of ite attractions by laying on the shelf mystery attaching to his birth, and since last summer. searches the forest to gain, if possible,


Feb. Ito 14.

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Feb. 9 to 7. House Warming Pazio • 1,1


House Warming-Zapolya; or, the

War Wolf-Tom Jones.
Tom Jones-Zapolya-Slaves in Bar.


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THE CAAPEL OF THE ISLE.* And oft his scowling eye explor'd

Her hall with massy treasures stor's,

A steadfast, broad, and rev'rend pile,
Tsit a cloud of fleecy white

Rich with a hundred ages' toil:

There cluster'd oaks, its columns proud,
Alone amidst yon glassy bed

Stood like a rude but loyal croud,
A proud i Je rears its silver head,

Supporters of the one-arch'd roof
Prom Earth's imperial circle hurl'd, Against a thousand tempests proof.
The remnant of an earlier world :

And wreath'd around those columos hong,
Scarce Alpine summers deign to rest The theme of many a miostrel's tongue,
On that lone island's frozen breast; The pike and bow and jav'lin brigbl,
Yet lavish Nature there has strewa

And bandes hewn in deathful fight.
With golden hands her fairest boon, St. Cloud's with lilies silver'd o'er,
And richer bearts have ripen'd there And pale Iberia's sleep'd in gore,
Than in Hesperia's gardens fair.

"Their faded honours iwin'd:
Gay Albide in her castle hall

Above, in sov'reign pomp unrolla,
lai listning to the clarion's call:

The Red Cross banoer's starry fold
A wayward yet a gracious dame,

Wav'd in the western wind,
With lip of balm and eye of lame,

Which crept thro' windows bla zon'd bigla
And spirit stubborn as the pile

Witb pomp of gorgeous heraldry,
Of column-rocks that guard her isle, Where still the boast of ancient days
Bot bnunteous as if round her roll'd

Shone in a rich but fading blaze.
A jaspes sea on sands of gold.

Firm in the mid-t the stone of Pow's
Too seldom on her ear in vain

Rose like the bulwark of the tow'r
The Batt'rer pour d his honied strain, A name be dar'd not look upon
Then nould that spirit fierce and wild Was graven on that hallow'd stone-
Beem, as the cradled slumberer's, mild, * 0 1 low shall be its fall," he cried,
Fler love was fickle, and her smile

" When Albine is the victor's bride ?
Might well the soaring heart beguile. The foc his haggard form forsook,
With such false light as pilgrim sees A od Albine's best-lov'd champion's took :
Op iey arch or precipice,

He deck'd his dark cheed with the glow
When diamond domes his fancy greet, Youth and the langhing Loves bestow;
While gulfs upmeasur'd wait his feel And such a smile as rosy mi tha
Yet sages, bards, and chiefs, have striv'n Sends from the heart which gave it birth:
To win so bright yet brief a heav'n! **Albine!" the traitor said, and sigh'd
The Lady in her castle hall

The fair damesmil'd with beanty's pride-
Spil'd as she heard the war-horo's call; " Albine! by all to honour dear,
Wild magic tales uncouth and drear

Give to thy faithful seryant ear-
Her watchful pages sooth d her care ; Or sacred is this lonely hour
Por tho her breast no terrors mov'd, To him who sways the Beacon Tow's mus
Pull well the wond'rous tale she lov’d, Her azure eye the fair-one rais'd,
While o'er her wheel of massy gold

Where stern amaze agd anger blaz'd-
Her hand the snow-white fieece unrollid, “ Think'st thou a vassal's love or hate
Po many a wild lay sweetly trillid

Cau Albine's woe or weal create ?
Her minstrel's harp the pauses fill'd. Go, and revere her fate's decree,
Unheard, vospen, the Wizard Sprite The Will of Albine must be free !"
Gaz'd with a Goblin's grim delight; Low bow'd the crafty wizard's head
Yet 'twas not beauty's sunbeam stole “ Be Albine ever free!” he said;
Thro' the dark windings of his soul, " But is it love włose gentle pow's
But with desiring glance he view'd

Sways him who rules the Beacon Tow'r ?
The sparkling gems around her strew'd. Is it for Albine's love he draios
Her arm the pearls of Indus bracd, The riches of her smiling plaios?
The leopard's spoils her shoulder gracd, Nor wassail bowl nor lady gay
Round her brown locks and taper waist Tempts Willhelm from his lonely way;
The silk of Persia clung :

Unheard, unseen, the hermit-boy
And gums, of Araby the pride,

Pursues his Jark and savage joy!
Børni in rich censers by her side-

Beneath yon chapel's ruin d' wall
Nor prouder shone the eastern bride The goblin-race obey his call;
By fabling poets sung.

Eise wherefore from their mould'ring bed

Wakes he the spirits of the dead?
+ " A wizard of France covered the fair Lady! the warning voire revere!
land of Albine, but therein dwell the son of Sleeps Albine when a foe is near?
another magician, who ruled a rare engine

Once Platn's gold her coflers lind, called a Parlement, and could raise spi. And pilgrims frora the farthest till rits," - Old Romaunt.

Their treasures :?! hcr fcet resisau Europ. Mag. l'ol. LXX!!!. rev. 1918.

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In piles of woven gold?
Where lark they now? - In Albine's

A serpent rears his blazing crest,

And spreads his venom'd fold.”
Well pleas'd the wizard-foe beheld
Her breast with changeful' tumults

“ Ah, Lady! scorn the beardless sage!
Ill sits the hermit-cowl of age

On youth's enamell'd brow !
Shall Albine to a peasant-guide
Her treasures and her fame confide,

Yet scorn a victor's vow?
Bid then the shrill-voic'd clarion cease-
Spread in these halls the feast of peace;
Thy' throne shallgrace the victor's side,
Thyband his giant arm shall guide :
First of a new and valiant race,
His brow the Iron Crown shall grace
Avails it from what dust he springs ?
The valiant and the free are kings-
This cup the wounds of war shall beal,
And thy rich lip ous concord seal—"
She heard and smil'd-but grimly gaunt,
With eyes that mock'd the guileful vaunt,
The Warden of her Beacon-tow's
Stood by the timeworn Stone of Pow'r.
To earth the poison d cup he flung,
And high the Red Cross banner hung-
“ Home, wizard-robber, to thy lair!
Hence, of our island fires beware!
Go! teach thy ear our fate's behest-
No tyrant.foe, no traitor-guest,
Shall taint the proud isle of the west,

While A bine's self is there!"
The Warden gave his bugle sound_d,
O'er rocks and hills and vallies roun
Swift as the echo dew, arose
The scarlet host to meet their foes :
Oo ev'ry cliff a beacon's light
Sprang op to mock the gloom of night,
Till round the proud isle's roc«y head
A wreath of living lustre spread --
Then bigh he wav'd his flaming brand,
And far and wide illumed the strand-
* Is Albine yet subdued ?" he cried
“ Shall Albine be the Bandit's Bride?

First let the pilot ask in vain
Where rose the West's greep Isle, the glory

of the main ?"

While on its spiral point supreme
Shone Albine's ancient diadem,
A magic gift!--for he whose eye
Could fate's remotest depths descry,
Thus on the dark brink of the tomb
Pronounc'd the sea girt Eden's doom :
“ Long as that holy frame shall stand,
The work of an immortal hand,
Unchaog'd and undefac'd shall smile
The glories of the silver Isle :
But when it falls, let Albine wait
The darkest tragedy of fate!"
With stedfast eye and rev'rent feet.
Stero Willhelm trod the dim retreats
The mystic Horologe alone
Amid-i funereal darkuess shone-
The key u trose magic touch contrould
Those never number'd valves of gold
Was his alone!-in pensive mood
The crystal panoply he view'd,
Dimm d by the fading touch of time,
But in its slow dicay sublime.
Behind him, thro' the drear abode,
The Wizard-foe iu silence surode.
He smil'd--a smile as wan and grim
Shrivels the livid lips of him,
Wbo, shrouk in foods of sulph'roụs fire,
Reviles high heav'o's avenging ire-
From its broad base, in marble clear'd,
The tri-form'd pedestal he heard,
But heav'd in vain -- tho' feebler shocks
Might rend from Earth her eldest rocks.
Yet o'er its starry suinmii's beain
He breath'd a dank and venom'd stean;
Then in its shadow couching low,
Malign he eyed his noblest loe.
Slow to the rev'rend structure's side
Willhelm his radiant key ap: lied;
On earth he casts bis fearless eyes,
Where shrin'd in fame his father lies
He calls bim !-thro' the gloom profuund
Pale shrouded spectres murmur round-
Earth yawns-bencath his moss-green

'They hear the dead man's waking groan-
“ Com'st thou so soon, my son, to know
The measure of thy Albine s moe?
Calls Willhelm from their peaceful grave
The dead to counsel and to save ?
Go! rather wake the living dead
From Slavery's inglorious bed,
But 'midst her chiefs and kindred slain,
Thy Albine's self shall still remain
Herself in storms and ruin, great-
Herself alone shall fix her fate!
Stern Willhelm bears the welcome doom-
Superior fires his eye illume-
“ Father! to heav in and thee alone
The secret of my :011) is known;
That love that holy love, w kose sway
My soul's assembled powers obey.
Speak thou, to whom uuveil'd appears
The offspring of ascending years,
Sliall Albine bow to tyrant.pride ?
Shall Albine be a Bandit's bride ?"
The dead man smil'd; and as a veil
Of mist ascends before the gale,

Whence come the lonely feel that tread
The mould'ring Chapel of the dead?
There in religious gloom enclos'd,
A mighty Horologe repos d-
A work divine! - its massy frame
Glow'd with a never-dying fame;
Witbin, a hundred wheels of gold,
Self-mov'd with vital instinct rollid:
Each on its glowing axle burn'd,
Each in a varior's orbit curo'd;
Confus'dly regular they mov'd,
And concord from contention prov'd,
Iligh on a radiant tripod rais d,
Tlic adamantine fabric blaz'd,



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Around him from their dark repose

**INSCRIPTION The Future's awful shadows 'rose, Imperial on bis porple throne

For the Tomb erected to ihe Memory of the The mighty Wizard sat alone;

MARQUIS OF ANGLESEA's Leg, deposited And 'twas a pageant strange to view, at WATERLOO. When banners streak'd with ev'ry hue, By cróuds of trembling vassals spread,

ERE rests, -and let no saucy knave Wide as a rainbow, arcb'd his head.

Presume to sneer or langh, Beneath his feet, a footstool proud!

To learn that monldering in this grave St. Jago's warworn helmet bow'd,

Is laid a- British Calf! · And that fam'd shield, in slumber lost, With tow'ss of blazing gold emboss'd,

For he who writes these lines, is sure,
The pride of Leon's proudest host

That those who read the whole,
Lay trampled by his hate : -
Ser's chiefs from Belgia's baleful strand, Will find such laugh were premature,
And thrice three from the Mountain Band,

For here too, lies-a Sole !
Stood silent at the red right hand

Of him whose thought was fate. And here, --- five little ones repose,'
A moment--and the pomp is past!

Twin born, with other five;
His throne has crumbled in the blast; Unheeded by their brethren-Toes,
An exile in unfriended gloom,

· Who all are now alive.
He lingers, living in his tomb,
**His sentinel, the howling surge;

A leg and foot, - to speak more plain, An empire's secret groans, his dirge ! Rest here, of one commanding ; The vision changes and a throng

Who though his wits he may retain, Of bridal minstrels float along:

Lost-half his underslanding!
The sun on western hills afar
Shines in the May-eve's ruby car, Who, when the guns, with murder fraught,
While peaceful vales and harvests teen Pourd bullets thick as hail;
Beneath the glories of his beam.

Could only in this way be brought,
She comes the pride of Albioe's isle !'. To give the foe-Leg Bail !
* With azure eyes and maiden smile."
That with her cheek's pale beauty show' And, now in England just as gay,

Like sunbeams pour'd on Alpine snow, As in the battle brave; * The noblest of her noble race

Goes to the Rout, Review, or Play,
Beside her holds his envied place:

With-one foot in the Grave !
The freemen of her golden fields
Raise high a'canopy of shields;

Fortune in vain has shewn her spite,
And rang'd beneath their sbade sublime,

For he will still be found, Stand knights and chiefs of ev'ry clime:

Should England's sons engage in fight, But from ber brow the myrtle leaf

Resolved to stand his ground.
Falls not more beautiful and brief-
Another moment, and the pall
Of death and darkness covers all?

But Fortune's pardon I must beg,
The comet and the star are gone

She wish'd not to disarm; That empires paus'd to gaze upon ;

And when she-lopped the Hero's Legend

See did not seek his harm.
Yet pot alike- the comet's path
Mark'd an avenging demon's wrath ;
But that mild star of loveliest light,

And but indulged a harmless whim,
Which promis'd bliss and fled from sight,

Sjuce he could walk with one; Its place in nobler spheres has won,

She saw-Treo legs were lost on him,
Itself in Heav'o's own world an everlasting

Who never deign'd to run !
February 10th, 1818.




*** Days omitted, no Business of Importance.

HOUSE OF LORDS. WESDAY, Jan. 27, 1818.-The House moreland, and the Duke of Montrose, en.

t met this day for the despatch of busi- tered the House as Lords Commissioners, ness.“. Shortly after three o'clock, the Lord and the House of Commons, attended by Chancellor, the Archbishop of Canterbury, their Speaker, appeared at the Bar: his the Earl of Harrowby, the Earl of West Lordship then read the speech:

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