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sion, he marred, in some degree, by forget- 
ting his almost last stage of inebriation—to 
get. upon the chair and make a mock- 
barrister’s speech. . The mimic (as with all 
persons who indulge in. mimicry is perpe- 
‘tually the case) got the better of the actor. 
The spirit of this critique applies alike to 
his successive performances. 
A very successful operatic drama (an ob- 
vious translation from the French) has been 
produced here called the “ Shepherd Boy,” 
in which Miss Kelly exercised her dominion 
over the heart in appeals of such exquisite 
and natural pathos as covered all the roman- 
tic improbabilities of the fable ; and to which 
the humour of Keeley, Bartley, and W. 
Chapman, and the very creditable acting of 
Cooper, gave the relief and variety which 
such exhibitions require. But why will 
Miss Kelly pretend to sing ?—this pretence 
marred her Yarico (in Colman’s interest- 
ing hodge-podge), which was in other re- 
spects an exquisite piece of acting- The 
eharacters ought to have been changed. 
Miss Paton, who did nothing for Wowshki, 
would have played Yarico at least very 
prettily, and sung it exquisitely; and in 
Wowski, whose very songs are those of 
acting, not of voice, Miss Kelly would have 
been every thing that could be desired, 
_ Theatrical Review. — Music. 
[Oct. ae 
But we must bid,farewell to summer 
Theatres. The.colossal domes of Drury 
and Coyent Garden, have unfolded their 
portals, and will demand henceforth our 
attention. 
DRURY LANE 
Opened on Saturday ,24th, with Dr. Faus- 
tus; but, with the exception of new and 
splendid embellishments, presented no novel- 
ty but the falling-off from Terry to J. Rus- 
sell, as Mephistophiles. It has been wittily re- 
marked on this occasion, that such a change 
is not ‘‘ giving the Devil his due.”” Weare, 
however, it seems, to be be-deviled here to 
some tune. Faustus, and Der Freischiitz, 
are announced for regular alternation. 
COVENT GARDEN 
Did itself more honour, by opening on 
Monday, 26th, with a tragedy of Shaks- 
peare’s—Julius Cesar. On the new actor, 
Mr. Warde (from the Bath theatre), who 
appeared in-the character of Brutus, and 
who is to supply the place of Mr. Young, 
we must defer our observations till our 
ensuing Number. At present, we leave 
only space to observe, that it was a very 
creditable performance, and completely 
successful. 
NEW MUSIC. 
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“ My own Dear Maid.” Ballad. T. 
A. Rawlings. 2s. Cramer and Co.— 
This ballad is truly an elegant morceau, 
displaying a great deal of exquisite feeling ; 
the true sense of the poetry is kept up 
throughout with great judgment and. nicety 
of taste ; the harmonies are pleasing, and 
possess but little of the German mania for 
ehromaticism ; upon the whole, it is a song 
well worth the attention of every lover of 
the vocal art, and is far from being difficult 
of accomplishment. 
“ The Blind Boy.” A Ballad, sung by 
Master Smith. J. A. Tattet. 1s. 6d. 
Welsh and Hawes,—There is a plaintive 
style throughout this. song which har- 
monizes admirably with the character of 
the poetry. It appears to be produced 
principally from the arrangement of a run- 
ning accompaniment, generally in thirds or 
sixths above the vocal melody; we can 
scarcely account for the effect alluded to in 
any other way, as the air is in a major key, 
and the composer has been by no means 
profuse of his diminished intervals. The 
song is altogether pleasing, though not of 
so high a class.as “ Forget me not,” which 
we have had oceasion to mention before, by 
the same gentleman. 
“ Soldier, awake, the Day is peeping.” 
Song from the Crusaders. G. B. Herbert. 
2s. Goulding, D? Almaine, and Co.—There 
is a peculiarity of style in this air which, 
perhaps, gives us more pleasure than a 
more elegant melody possessing less claim 
to originality. The general effect of the 
harmony, with the frequent transitions to 
the relative major, and vice versd, bring the 
music of the old masters forcibly to our re- 
collection, and the quaintness of the me- 
lody might call us back even to a more 
olden time. Yet, though we have express- 
ed ourselves so favourably of the song, we 
doubt whether it will please the generality 
of our readers. 
“ Away, away, in vain that smile.” Bal- 
lad. W. Fitzpatrick. 1s. 6d. Eavestaff: 
This little ballad, though of a simple cha- 
racter, is elegant and effective; the com- 
mencement reminds us of Mr. Smith’s air, 
“ Oh softly sleep, my Baby Boy’’—but the 
resemblance is not sufficiently striking to 
be considered as a plagiarism; the change 
to the relative minor, at the eleventh bar 
of the melody, though by no means novel, 
produces an excellent effect. : 
“ Pass the Bottle round.” Bacchanalian 
Song. W. Fitzpatrick. 1s. 6d. Eave- 
staff.—This air is a good deal in the style 
of Moore’s anacreontic songs—to some of 
the best of which it is not inferior. It is, 
evidently, intended to be sung at convi- 
vial meetings without accompaniment, to 
which, from the simplicity of the harmo- 
nies, it is peculiarly well adapted. There 
is a short chorus at the conclusion of each 
: verse, 
