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scenes, he becomes so impassioned and energetic as to verge on extra- 

 vagance. Miss Ellen Tree is excellent as the Provost's daughter. She 

 exhibits, towards the conclusion, all those manifestations of sorrow at 

 the adverse fate of her father and husband which become the occasion, 

 without degenerating into phrenzy. Of the acting of the other cha- 

 racters we have not space to enter into detailed criticism ; suffice it to 

 say, that it well sustains that of Mr. Macready and Miss Ellen Tree. 



CovENT Garden. — Otway's tragedy of Venice Preserved has been 

 re-produced at this theatre, in order to give a further trial to Miss 

 Faucit in the higher walks of tragedv. The arduous character of 

 Belvidere was assigned to her ; and the manner in which she has 

 acquitted herself fully justifies the high opinion we last month expressed 

 of her histrionic talents. She has proved herself fully equal to the 

 task. It is true, indeed, that the piece, as a whole, has not passed oft' 

 so well as could be wished ; but that it is no fault of Miss Faucit's. It 

 is to be attributed to the want of effective persons in the representation 

 of some of the leading characters. Indeed, but for this lady's superior 

 acting, the re-production of the piece would not have been tolerated. 

 The more we see of her acting the greater does our confidence become 

 that she is destined to shine in the higher walks of tragedy. We un- 

 derstand she is preparing for an earlv appearance in another important 

 character. We shall watch her progress with some interest. 



St. James's Theatre. — Matters are looking somewhat more pro- 

 misingly at this little theatre. Mr. Barnett, as Monsieur Jaques, 

 continues to attract and to gratify numerous and fashionable audiences. 

 If Mr. Brahara would only be advised to be a little more liberal in the 

 firticle of novelties, the situation of the theatre, its remarkably tasteful 

 appearance, and the general effectiveness of the dramatic corps, could 

 pot fiail to make it one of the most successful among its rivals. 



I'LL TWINE FOR THEE. 



I'll twine for thee a wreath of flowers 



To deck thv graceful brow. 

 Of flow'rets cuU'd from sweetest bow'ra, 



And wildest buds that blow : 

 The violet from thy gentle eyes 



Will gain a richer blue, 

 And the rose lament, with fragrant sighs. 



Thy cheek's far brighter hue — 



My only Love ! 



The trembling lily of the vale. 



Alone in loveliness. 

 On thy fair brow will look less pale 



Than in its loneliness : 

 The simple primrose, whom the sun 



Kiss'd with a golden beam, 

 Shall twine with those flowers, and ev'ry one 



Shine like stars in a stream — 



Mv onlv Love ! 



