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ordered 2 cwt. to be sent from liis shop to his (Mr. Roger's) 
residence, 14 Snville-place. Ho paid 2i. 3 d. a hundredweight 
for the coals, and on their being sent home, he borrowed scales 
and weights, and, with the sack whioh they were in, found they 
were doiicient 28 pounds. He weighed them in the presence of 
the lad the defendant had sent them by, and the same lad subso- 
ouently brought him a lump of coal weighing IS pounds, nnd 
said lie had neglected to put it in the sack, but with the addition 
of this lump the coals were deficient 10 pounds, including the 
sack. The defence sot up was, that the defendant knew nothing 
whatever of the transaction, that the order for the coals hod been 
taken by his lad, that his lad served them short of weight, and 
subsequently absconded with the money. Mr. Elliott remarked 
that the defendant was answerable for the conduot of his servant, 
and convicted him in a penalty of 20s., or 14 days’ imprisonment. 
Tho defendant subsequently paid the penalty. 
WORSHIP-STREET. 
Cruelty to Animals.— Mr. Islip Odell, a proprietor of 
brick-fields, und James Burt , his foreman and horsekeeper, 
were summoned before Mr. D'Eyncourt, the sitting magistrate, 
for cruelly employing horses which wero in an unfit condition for 
work. The superintendent of the Society for Prevention of Cruelty 
to Animals had Initiated the proceedings, nnd Mr. Fry, one of the 
committee of the Society, attended as a witness to prove the case. 
A police-constable, 453 N, stated, that on Thursday morning ho 
saw a grey horse in ono of the defendant's (Odell’s) carts, nt 
Hackney, evidently suffering very great pain, and quite unfit for 
use. Upon examination, he found several bad wounds upon the 
shoulders nnd back, and two other horses in the same team had 
also raw wounds, from which matter was oozing. The driver, when 
spoken to about it, said his master, Mr. Odell, knew nothing 
about it. It was the horsekeeper who attended to those matters. 
Mr. S. Gurney Fry, one of the committee of the Royal Society, 
confirmed, from his own personal inspection, the had condition of 
the horses, and their utter unfitness for work. Richard Abbott 
said he was driving at the time in question, and had been sent 
out by Burt, the horsekeeper. “ Mr. Odell,” said he, “leaves it 
all to him.” Thomas Smith, another of the men, also stated that 
Burt had ordered them to take the horses out. Burt, in his 
defence, said the grey horse had been for some time lame ; but 
ho asserted that the wounds upon the shoulders were healed, and 
not in the state that had been described, when he sent the animal 
out. The owner, Mr. Odell, assured the magistrate that it was 
unknown to him, nnd contrary to his desire, that his horses should 
be worked in such a condition ; and he had given strict orders 
that such as had bad Bhoulders should not be sent outi The 
superintendent of the Royal Society rominded the magistrate that 
Mr. Odell hod been summoned only a few days previously for 
working the same horse, and he then made a precisely similar 
defence. Mr. D'Eyncourt convicted the defendant Burt, and con- 
sidering it a very gross case of cruelty, sentenced him to pay 5 /., 
or be imprisoned two months. The fine was at once paid. 
J'miitmnrg imii Pitsmric gittclliptt. 
MEETINGS OF LODGES, &c. 
Monday, 13th February, No. 5, Freemasons’ Tavern — No. 
12, Freemasons' Tavern — No. 33, Freemasons' Tavern — No. 206, 
Falcon, Fetter-lane — No. 228, Anderton's Hotel, Fleet-street — 
No. 269, London Tavern — No. 805, Railway Tavern, Lewisham. 
Tdesday, 14th, No. 113, Albion Tavern, Bishopsgate-street — 
No. 211, Westmorland Arms, George-street, Portman-square — 
No. 234, Ship and Turtle, Leadenhall-street— No. 247, St. 
James's Tavern, St. Jamos’s-place, Aldgate — No. 255, Georgo 
nnd Blue Boar, Holborn — No. 276, Gun Tuvern, Pimlico — No. 
286, Freemasons’ Tavern — Chap. No. 218, George and Vulture, 
Corn hill . 
Wednesday, 15th, Grand Stewards’ Lodge— No. 7, Free- 
masons' Tavern — No. 164, Yacht Tavern, Greenwich — No. 203, 
Crooked Billet, Tower-hill — No. 225, Rudley’s Hotel, Bridge- 
street, Blackfriars. 
Tiiursday, 16th, House Com. Fern. School, at two — No. 23, 
Freemasons’ Tavern — No. 57, Bridge-house Hotel, Southwark — 
No. 63, Exeter-hall Hotel, Strand — No. 76, Freemasons’ Tavern 
— No. 78, Horn's Tavern, Hackney-road — No. 209, Old Red Lion, 
Bridge-street, Lambeth — Chop. No. 812, George Tavern, Com- 
mercial-road, East. 
Friday, 17th, No. 38, Thatched-house Tavern, St. James’s— 
No. 167, Thatched House Tavern — No. 19S, King’s Head, 
Poultry — No. 237, Freemasons’ Tavern. 
Saturday, 18th, No. 194, London Tavern. 
Freemasons’ Benevolent Institution for Aged 
Masons and their Widows. — A dinner, in aid of the 
funds of this excellent institution, was held at the Free- 
masons’ Tavern, on Wednesday eveniug — the Right Hon. 
the Earl of Zetland, M.W.G.M. of Masons of England, pre- 
siding, supported by the Right Hou. the Earl of Yarborough, 
D.G.M., and about 200 of the brethren. The G.M. mado a 
most able appeal on behalf of the charity, which was re- 
sponded to by a subscription of about 1,600/. — a sum which 
will prove a very acceptable addition to the funds of the 
society, which is very far from being supported as it should 
be. The musical arrangements included the talents of Mrs. 
Lockey, the Misses Williams, Mrs. Temple, and Messrs. 
Smythson, Lawler, Genge, Holmes, and Shoubridge. 
MASONIC MOVEMENTS AT OXFORD. 
The Alfred City Lodge, No. 425, will meet on Tuesday 
next, when four new members will be balloted for. 
The Apollo University Lodge, No. 460, will meet the 
same day lor initiations. 
On Wednesday morning, the Provincial Grand Lodge, 
No. 460, will meet, when the officers for the year will be 
appointed. In the afternoon, the Apollo University Lodge 
will meet to instal the W. M. elect, Br. Beach, Prov. S.G.W. 
who will then appoint his officers. In the evening the 
annual banquet will take place. 
On Thursday there will be an encampmont of Cceur de 
Lion, when candidates will be installed, after which the 
aunual festivul will take place. 
Gold in Great Britain. — Berdan’s Patent for the crushing 
of auriferous matter to an impalpable powder, and tho complete 
extraction of gold, &c., therefrom, is about to pass into the hands 
of n public company, with a direction of tho very highest respect- 
ability. Tho probable increase of wealth which will resalt from 
the introduction of this singularly perfect invention is beyond 
calculation. The Company succeed to all the rights of the patent, 
including the profits which hnvo been made in this country 
since its nrrival, which is said to be equal to 25 per cent, upon 
the capital, some 70 or 80 mochincs having been already disposed 
of, and those for Wales and Devon are being now set up. It is 
an interesting fact that England should bo indebted to her eldest 
daughter for a souvenir winch will enhance the value of the 
mother country to so inculculable an extent.— Globe. 
A Rapacious Hawk. — A lad named Isaac Fcaron was feeding 
npot hen from the hand on Friday last, at Brakcnthwnite, in the 
neighbourhood of Keswick, when n hawk, emboldened, we 
suppose, by hunger, snatched it from its young protector and 
actually Hew with it some yards, when cither the weight of its 
prey or the screams of the lad caused it to abandon its prize. The 
hen being rescued and carried into the house, mnster hawk coolly 
perched himself on the branoh of a tree opposite the door, and 
waited for a considerable period, «3 if expecting (mother ChftHW. 
—tarltsle Pat not. 
JLmustments. 
DRAMATIC FEUILLETON. 
Olympic— Bengal Tiger— Lottery Ticket— Selfishness In the Stalls— 
Lyceum — “No house to-nlght"|— A few well-intended lines on 
the management— Making actors comfortable — Miss Cushman's 
Meg Mcrrilies — Mr. Brooke — Miss Cathcart — Tho Corsican 
Brothers at Drury lane. 
At the Olympic they won’t or can’t — at least don’t — 
produce anything that has the semblance of novelty ; in fact, 
they are now diving so far into antiquity for their pieces, 
that we may expect to see soon the mysteries of the middle 
ages, or Gammer Gurton’s needle, brought out on this stage. 
There was a promise of a new play by Mr. Chorley, bettor 
known a9 an Athenceum critic than as a dramatic writer — 
but it seems to have gone to sleep. Still, if the manager 
must “ try back ” for hi9 productions, he could hardly make 
choice of more attractive ones than the “ Bengal Tiger” and 
the “ Lottery Ticket.” The latter is especially successful, 
not so much as a farce — though it is by no means a bad one 
(a little old fashioned, and wanting in point and quickness, 
it is true) — but more as the means of showing that excellent 
actor, Robson, in a new character. It is certain that the 
prosperity of the Olympic has hitherto in a great measure 
depended upon him — not that, as a comedian, I mean to put 
him over the heads of Mrs. Stirling, Miss Horton, or Mr. 
Wigan — but he certainly has had the labouring oar in what 
has been played since the theatre opened. In fact, he has 
sometimes had rather too much to do ; for it is not good for 
an actor to take the leading part in three pieces on a night, 
the public sometimes getting blase on people they see so 
much of. His Wormwood, in the “ Lottery Ticket,” is an 
exceedingly amusing piece of acting, and his make up for 
the part so good, that I am certain that at first very few of 
the audience recognise him. Mrs. Chatterley, too, makes 
up wonderfully after another fashion — as Mrs. Corset, the 
milliner, 6he manages to look, in the absence of opera 
glasses, five-and-thirty at the most. In Charles Dance’s 
excellent, though almost forgotton, petite coniedie, the 
“ Bengal Tiger,” Wigan is very good as Sir Paul Pagoda, 
and Mrs. Wigan capital as the speculative old maid, Miss 
Yellowleaf. Nothing can be better comedy than the way in 
which she makes her advances to the testy old nabob, or than 
that in which he receives them. Miss Marston looked pretty 
in the young lady’s part, but that was all ; aud Robson gave 
an unusual prominence to the minor part of David. 
Every now and then, in those columns of the morning 
papers which contrive to escape the parliamentary reports, 
and “our own correspondent’s ” last change of views on the 
Eastern question, one meets with a paragraph headed 
“ Brutality of an operative or, perhaps, if the journal be 
one of high aristocratic tendencies— more generically and 
offensively, “ Brutality of the lower classes.” I have a word 
to say about the selfishness (to use no stronger term) of the 
upper classes, as manifested at theatres, and notamment at 
the Olympic. The stalls at this theatre are essentially 
aristocratic in their composition ; white cravats and awfully 
stiff shirt-collars predominate among their male frequenters, 
while the ladies have an unmistakeable air of Grosvenor- 
street and Hyde Park Gardens. Now it is not at any time 
a pleasant thing to have to squeeze your way to a stall at 
the end furthest from the entrance, between the back of 
the front row and the knees of those who are already seated 
on your own, requiring the dexterity of Baron Nathan, in 
his celebrated Egg hornpipe, to avoid annihilating toes on 
the one side, and crushing head-dresses on the other — a 
difficulty increased by the footstools, over which one must 
be both lucky and dexterous not to stumble. Everywhere 
else but at the Olympic people do what they can to make 
the hardships of this north-west passage as light as possible ; 
here, they do nothing of the sort. Much too fine for civility, 
they would seem to ignore altogether your desire to get by — 
not a foot will stir, not a flounce is drawn in. In tho 
entr'acte the gentlomen who stand talking at the entry 
utterly block up the gangway, and are very slow, even when 
requested to do so, to make room for an arrival ; when they 
do give way, they take care to yield as little space as 
possible. In short, everything is done to make the new 
comer feel as uncomfortable as may be. All this is very 
snobbish, and as a cure, or a punishment, the idea has 
occurred to me to engage every night a couple of the most 
remote stalls, and to give them to two of the roughest 
customers that can be found in the Surrey or Victoria 
galleries, giving them strict instructions to arrive in the 
middle of a piece. 
As I am on this subject, I will mention another piece of 
unmitigated brutality which I witnessed one night last week 
at this same theatre. Two young men and a “lady” 
occupied one of tho stage boxes. Alter having made them- 
selves, in several ways, more than sufficiently conspicuous 
during the first piece, they went out in the entr’acte and 
returned with cigars in their mouths, which they absolutely 
continued to smoke in the box. If I had been Mr. Wigan, 
I would have stopped the performance till these snobs had 
been turned out. 
On Monday last there was, as there always is, a full house 
at the Lyceum. Up went the curtain, but instead of the 
“ Bachelor of Arts,” there appeared the stage manager, Mr. 
Roxby, to announce that the absence of Mr. Charles Mathews 
from “ unforeseen circumstances,” would prevent the per- 
formances of the evening, unless the audience would be 
content with his reading the part. (By the bye, as the last 
piece of the evening was “ Fatter versus Clatter,” it would 
have been good fun to have insisted on Mr. Roxby reading 
that part — a lame Harlequin would have been as nothing to 
such an exhibition !) Unforeseen circumstances, indeed! — 
the audience — except the private boxes, who were sorrowful, 
having ordered their carriages at eleven — giggled amazingly, 
thereat, and even the performers, though it is a serious 
matter to them, must have laughed in their sleeves. 
Of all the theatres in London, there is none where the 
“little peoplo” — that is the ballet, and so on — are treated so 
well as — but that is “ odoriferous” — let me say none where 
they are treated better than at Mr. Charles Kean’s, the 
Princess’s. I know that, especially in cases of illness, his 
kindness, and that of his wife, is very great ; and I have the 
more pleasure in saying so, because I can’t admiro him as 
an actor. 
Gracious I I have gone on at such length upon the 
domestic affairs of theatres, without reflecting that I have 
Mr. Brooke in the Hunchback, the Lady of Lyons, and 
Othello, and Miss Cushman's Meg Merrilee9, staring me in 
the face! I must deal with them shortly, partly because 
" Their praise Is hymned by nobler harps than mine,” — 
partly because I want time and space. First, lor the lady, 
whose impersonation of the gipsy, in the “ Terryfied” and 
terrifically transmuted reading of Sir Walter’s best novel, 
is most admirable— tho very superlative of melo-dramatic 
force. It is in such parts as this that the great American 
actress is thoroughly at home. Her faults of utterance and 
appearance, which are real blemishes — though they canuot 
hide her geuius — iu more classical parts, here become posi- 
tive qualities. The words she has to speak, when they are 
not taken literally from the novel, are stilted trash ; but, in 
the gaunt figure, the time and care-worn brow, and the 
rude digoity of the action, you take no heed of them. The 
play itself is of that miserable, bastard order, called tho 
operatic drama, in which the hero stops in his part, that ho 
may advance to the footlights and sing, returning, after 
waiting for applause, to the business of the play just as ii 
nothing had happened. I liked Mr. Elliot Galer’s ^singiug 
in the part of Henry Bertram well enough ; but, as yet, he 
is a sad stick of an actor. 
Mr. Brooke has been very successful at Drury Lane ; the 
house has been well filled every night, a result which may be 
be fairly attributed to his sole attraction, as there is certainly 
no one else in the company who would be likely to produce 
it. Critics may or may not admire him, but I think no one 
will deny that he is the best tragic actor we have. I only 
wish he would not talk between inverted commas so much. 
I think I like him better as Master Walter, in the Hunch- 
back, than in any other part — better even than in what is 
generally considered his great role, Othello. Both, however, 
are undeniably fine pieces of acting. The debutante here, 
Miss Cathcart, is an intelligent actress, and a great acquisi- 
tion to the theatre. I hear that the “ Corsican Brothers 
not the Princess’s piece, but another, and in many respects 
a different version — is about to be produced here, “ with 
new scenery, dresses, and decorations,” and Mr. Brooke in 
the principal part. C. 
Adblpiii. — Upon several occasions during the present 
week, groups of fashionables, who, about seven o'clock, 
entered the theatre, imagining they could, 09 a matter of 
course, secure a private box, found to their astonishment, 
there was not a single place to be obtained ; and, consequently, 
they had to re-enter their carriages, and seek amusement 
elsewhere. The plain fact is, wars and rumours of wars 
have brought all the world and his wife to Loudon. Par- 
liament is also sitting, and while the M.P. is in tho house 
supporting or opposing Lord Aberdeen’s Cabinet, his lady 
and his daughters must spend the evening out of tho houve. 
Fresh from the country, they laudably sigh to revisit the 
metropolitan theatres. And the 1 Sea of Ice’ at the Adelphi, 
has now become a household word. It Is the most astouud- 
ing stage effect ever produced. And no wonder, then, that 
“ The Thirst of Gold ” still draws, backed up as it Is by 
“ Number Nip,” where Madame Celeste’s Estella is more 
than enough to become the talk of the ton. The Adelphi 
may well rely for some time to come upon its present bill of 
fare ; and when the public have by and by had enough thereof, 
it is equally certain that the indefatigable lessee and manager 
will be instantly prepared to launch further novelties. 
Marylebonb Theatre. — The first representation at 
this theatre of Mr. Justice Talfourd’s tragedy of “ Ion,” on 
Monday evening, attracted a very crowded audience, who 
seemed fully to appreciate the worth and excellence of the 
entertainment. Concerning the tragedy itself we need say 
nothing, for since its primeval production years ago at Covent 
Garden, it has held the highest rank among our modern 
classics for its innumerable beauties, dramatical and poetical ; 
we shall therefore confine our remarks to the actors sustain- 
ing the prominent characters. We are not about to contest 
the point of the propriety of allotting the part of Ion to 
a lady, or to consider whether it loses much of its energy 
and distinctness in the hands of a female delineator, as it 
seems the approved method to entrust the impersona- 
tion to au actress; but we shall briefly glance at the 
rendering of Mrs. J. W. Wnllack on Monday evening. 
Evidently more intent upon setting forth the gentler 
phases of the part, the lady did not omit to infuse 
ardour and enthusiasm into her histrionic efforts, in those 
portions of the play wherein the conflicting emotions of 
filial love and patriotism struggle in the bosom of the Gre- 
cian youth. Throughout the impersonation, the lady ap- 
peared striving — and with the greatest success— to convey 
to the mind the idea of the inspired boy dimly foreknowing 
that his country’s weal was not unconnected with his des- 
tiny, and meeting the fate the gods had willed without re- 
gret. The scenes with Adrastus, and the oath scene, were 
finely-wrought pictures, in which Mrs. Wallack’s acting and 
appearauce were eminently happy. Mr. J. W. Wallack was 
the Adrastus, and, from his acting, it is evident that his 
talents fit him for the development of bold masculiue cha- 
racters, in which vitulity and passion aro required. This 
was particularly instanced in that portion of the play 
wherein the mighty tyrant, moved by the fancied resemblance 
which Ion bears to the only being lie had ever loved, throws 
off his despotic will for a time, and pours forth the pent-up 
sorrows of past years into the ears of the listening boy. On a 
of the most remarkable points in his acting, however, wa s 
his position and expression upon learning that Ion is his son ; 
the attitude of the actor was most striking, at the surae time 
that it was natural. Tho other personages in the play were 
well given, for the most part, though seme of the represen- 
tatives did sad havoc with the author’s glowing verse. Wo 
cannot close this brief allusion to the performance, without 
speaking in terms of well-deserved eulogy of the manner in 
which the play was put upon the stage, mere especially in re- 
gard to the scenery, all of which has been painted expressly for 
the tragedy by Mr. W. Shalders, a gentleman who, in addition 
to great abilities as a scenic artist, possesses high powers as 
a comedian. His scenery, on the present occusion, has un- 
doubtedly called forth his utmost care and attention, and ho 
has presented some very admirable specimens of his art : ol 
these we may particularise the street of Argos, remarkable 
for its truth of perspective ; and the chamber of Adrastus, 
a most effective scene. It should he mentioned that, at tho 
conclusion of the play, Mr. and Mrs. Wallack were voci- 
ferously called before the curtain. 
Royal Marionette Theatre.— If the Lowthcr 
Arcade were not sufficiently known, the attractive concerts 
at this little theatre would soon make it so. We must no 
longer say the English are not fond of music. Jullien filled 
Drury-lane ; Exeter Hall lacks no audiences at its Wed- 
nesday and other concerts ; and here at the Marionette 
Theatre the Hungarian hand has achieved a mighty success. 
To night will see their 190th performance, uninterrupted 
since their commencement, save by Sundays. The pro- 
grammes, ever good, are rapidly Improving. To the Misses 
Brougham, Mrs. C.Saville Wallack (of the Royal Academy), 
land Miss Wortley, have been added among the leading 
vocalists; and Miss Julia Warman still remuius to delight 
I all hearers by hfcr extraordinary talent as a pianoforte player. 
