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The Parlour Library is also issuing the famous phy, there is a little sly humour in associating “ Monte Christo," from the French of Dumas, not only the time-honoured tribe of foundlings the first volume of which is published. The connected with his name—but a collection of second volume of the “ Memoirs of a Physician," bons mots belonging to later times and more in the same form, is also before the public. near events. We are bound to add that the
latter shine out brightly by the comparison, FROIssart's CHRONICLES. Condensed and prove that the march of wit has kept pace Edition. 2 vols. 8vo. (Burns.) --- It is long since with the spirit of the age. The illustrations are we have met with so truly acceptable an addition from designs by some of our first artists—that to a sterling library as these volumes afford. which accompanies the Dedication to the Froissart is one of the great fountain heads of History, and in this condensed edition, where beautifully grotesque.
Archæologists of Greate Brittainne,” is of the little but antiquarian verbiage is omitted, we have much that renders it more valuable than the original itself: for instance, notes eluci- dingfield. (Mitchell.) — A tragedy, the elements
MADELINE. A Tragedy. By Richard Bedating the text, and a copious alphabetical index of which are love, jealousy, and murder; from of reference, without which, by the way, no his- its subject little likely to be tolerated on the torical work is complete. The volumes are handsomely and substantially bound.
stage, and yet displaying considerable power of
dramatic construction, and many passages of Domestic Tales for YOUTH. (Burns.)- poetic diction. Why does not the author try A nice little volume: just such an one as “aunt” | his hand on a plot more subtle and less reor “ grandmamma” might choose for a Christ- volting ? mas or birth-day offering. The stories are not too wise—the little folks not prize patterns of
KOECKER's EssAY ON THE DISEASES OF perfection-and we make no objection that an
THE Jaws. By J. B. Mitchell, M.D. (Churchill.) umbrella relates its history, or that dog Quiz --A book which reached us some weeks ago
, hears all that is said about him, and enters into but which would be more appropriately noticed discourse with his canine companions. The in the medical journals. We do not profess an stories are childish, as childish books should be; ability to discuss its merits, but so far as we can but vastly more readable, even by grown folk, judge, it appears to set forth some rational matthan many productions of more pretension.
ter-of-fact arguments; the pith of which per
haps is, that numerous diseases and cases of The Family Jo Miller; or, DRAWING- fearful suffering have originated in a “raging Room Jest Book. (Orr and Co.) — One tooth,” or some long-neglected ailment of the would have thought that novelty and Jo Miller, jaws. The narrow experience and observation like antipodes, could never be brought in con- even of the non-medical community will, we think, junction, but the compiler of the present gay incline them to believe there is some truth in volume has proved otherwise. First he gives us these assertions. For the rest it is horrible to a grave biography — we allude to the mock read—the descriptions of human agonies being heroic gravity of burlesque -- telling possibly dreadfully minute. Oh! blessed ether-blessed what many people did not know before, that the chloroform—thrice blessed the sage discoverers renowned individual whose name has become a of your powers! When will “ testimonials by-word for a jest—especially a stale one-never be offered, and statues erected to such men as made but one joke in his life. Seeing that this these? No matter, their guerdon is of the spiwas really the case, being quite authentic biogra- ritual, and beyond all material computation!
FINE ART S.
The Bottle: In Eight Plates. By George | kneeling figure. The intense grief of the girl is Cruikshank.-Amongst the great teachers of our most touching as she points to the broken age George Cruikshank must not be styled the bottle; whilst her brother, in the corner, clothed least; his admirable illustrations of “The in tatters, stands in an agony of suspense, fearBottle” convey a deep moral lesson which we ing she may openly implicate her father as the trust may advance a reformation in all classes, author of the deed. Throughout the whole of for it is not to the poor alone that the vice of this beautiful series our sympathies are awakened drunkenness is confined. The artist has left for this poor child of misfortune, from the monothing untold; his story, from the beginning to ment she is waiting upon her parents at their the end, is full of wisdom and pathos. The excite- joyous meal, up to the time when she visits her ment, however, and bustle of the last scene but wretched father in a mad-house, where she is one of this fearful tragedy has never been dressed in her ill-gotten finery, which does not surpassed-perhaps never equalled, save by wholly destroy the beauty of the soul, shining Hogarth. We gaze with mournful pity upon through the sorrowful expression of her eye, the murdered wife, but not with disgust, for giving proinise that the hour may come when the effects of the blow are concealed from the the germ of good will once more flourish in the spectator by the judicious introduction of a heart which is nearly choked up by briars and
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weeds. The contrast between her and her
MUSIC. hardened dare-devil of a brother is most forcibly
Oh, WHY DID I GATHER THIS DELICATE given. All honour be to George Cruikshank! Thousands will bless him for placing before FLOWER?" Duet; by Austin Turner. D’Almaine
and Co.-As pleasing a composition as we have them so fearful a warning! We are told that a
seen for a long time; it is arranged for two sotestimonial of some value is about to be
presented to him, as a reward for the good that he pranos, or treble and tenor; the variations conis achieving. We subjoin the following extract sequent on the change being marked in small from a report just presented by the Rev. H. S. notes. This is an ingenious plan, and will place Joseph, Chaplain of Chester Castle, to the visit- ing, flowing melody, in 3-8 time, arranged with
. charming magistrates :
a degree of simplicity that reminds one of the “Within the last few weeks I have had a class of good old songs of Braham and Miss Stephens, the tried prisoners at one time, and the untried at when it was not thought necessary to modulate another, and delivered to them a course of lectures an air into every possible key, and unite it tu from Cruikshank's plates on drunkenness., I have accompaniments of terribly scientific character, no doubt they have had a most powerful effect ;
so as to produce an inconvenient scramble, at many of the prisoners were seen in tears whilst I was illustrating the awful effects of intoxication. i least with most amateurs. This is not the first intend going on with this course from time to time.” time we have had to speak favourably of Mr.
Austin Turner; we know nothing of him except I think this quotation is the best panegyric Mr. his name, but sure we are that he possesses Cruikshank can receive.
originality and musical feeling sufficient to take Jan., 1848.
A. C. B. his stand with English balladists ere long.
Μ Ο Ν Τ Η.
on the eve of his return, Lady Eveline's brother,
a proscribed fugitive, comes to her for safety. The chief feature in the Haymarket affairs for In his pride and hatred of the Roundhead, Lord this month has been the reappearance of the Arden compels his sister to take an oath that she Keans after their long, sojourn in America. will not reveal his presence to her husband. Five years have elapsed since Mr. and Mrs. Walter comes home full of love and joy, but the Charles Kean appeared on the London boards, “Wife's Secret” soon embitters all. A prying page, and the interest excited by their return has been Neville (Miss Reynolds), discovers that a man is considerable. On the first night the unanimous, concealed in his lady's hower-chamber, and duly long protracted shout of welcome from a theatre supplied by the maid, Maud (Mrs. Keeley), with crowded to the eiling roved that the old food and drink; while the husband supposes the favourites had not been “pushed from their apartment to be shut up. However, Maud skil. stools,” by the many new candidates for his- fully turns the spy into an assistant. But a trionic honours that have sprung up, like more dangerous foe appears in Jabez Sneed (Mr. mushrooms, since 1842. But this first night | Webster), the dishonest and hypocritical steward, was not so attractive merely on account of the who hates his lady for discovering his roguery. actors; the play chosen was one which had He leads on his master to ask for the key of the attained the height of popularity in America— bower-chamber, which Eveline refuses; and thus the
Wife's Secret,” by G. W. Lovell; whose the first stone is laid of an Iago-like plot. Long “Look before you Leap” was the best of the does the noble and trusting husband struggle Haymarket repertoire last season. The “Wife's against vague proofs; but when at last Jabez Secret” is, in the highest sense of the word, leads him one night to watch the window of what a play ought to be: not merely a poem the bower-chamber, and he there sees Eveline in dialogue, but a real drama, full of life, embraced by her supposed lover, he is struck as stirring incident, and powerful delineation of it were by a thunder-stroke, and doubts no more, character. It has that one great requisite- Here the interest becomes agonizing; the huswhich ancient and modern dramatists have too band at times would almost distrust the evidence often overlooked—a clear, well-defined, and yet of his own senses, rather than his wife's purity. simple plot; which gradually evolves itself with The wife is so strong in her innocence that it is out either forcing or dragging the attention long before she even perceives to what Walter's of the audience. The incident itself is hardly ravings tend, and then her oath seals her lips. original; but it is worked up with such novelty Amyot is about to send Eveline away, giving a and artistic skill, that it becomes so in the safe conduct to France, when the ingenious Maud dramatist's hands. Walter Amyot (Mr. Charles conceives the plan of using the pass for the Kean), a Roundhead general, has been wedded safety of Lord Arden, and implores her mistress a year to the Lady Eveline (Mrs. C. Kean), the to detain Walter Amyot, in a supposed farewell, sister of a cavalier, Lord Arden (Mr. Howe) while the fugitive escapes; but Walter, just Walter has been long absent from his wife, and I when his heart is softened towards his wife,
hears the trampling of horses, and knows himself Jabez. Lady, I say now;
He is right. Eveline shrieks that her husband is a murderer. If he has power to prove his innocence
Give me the key. But Arden is not shot; he is brought in a pri- It cannot be too soon. soner; the “Wife's Secret” is disclosed, and all Eveline (embarrassed). No, Walter, no-not ends happily-except for Jabez, whom the wicked Maud gives up to the troopers as their prisoner ;
Waller. Tush! this is folly; one man being just as good as another, she When 'twas but thy caprice I yielded to it, thinks. Such is the bare outline of a play which And asked no question ; but now weightier motires is throughout full of dramatic situations. Let
Forbid that a mere whim should push back justice.
What! silent still ? (with surprise.) Give me the key. us take one where Walter, urged and taunted by Jabez, sends for Eveline, to ask of her the key
Eveline (resolutely, but after a struggle). I will
not! of the bower-chamber. She inquires
Jabez (to Waller, who stands stupified). You
mark ! Why did I find thee with so grave a brow?
Eveline. I might say, cannot, but I then Walter. A passing folly--'twould but vex thee. Should speak untruth. Do not be angry,
Walter; Eveline. Walter ?
I'll tell thee one day and thou'lt say I did Thou didst not take me for a summer wife,
Rightly and well. Thou art not angry? (affec. To share thy sunshine only. That dear title
tionately.) More strongly yet claims to partake thy pains: Walter (faintly). No! I would not ask the fraction of a joy
There leave me for awhile. I would be private ; That thou shouldst grudge me--but I'll not forego, I have some further business with this man. Ev’n at thiy bidding, my extremest right Of partnership in care.
Eveline. You'll kiss me-or I'll think you're What was the cloud I met upon thy brow ?
Not now! A kiss should be the meeting springs Will but frame phantoms of the vacancy
Of love's unruffled waters, and just now With which to fright itself. Well then, they'd tell me
There is a something stirring in my heart
Disturbs its current. I have not all thy heart—that thou hast from me
Give it time to rest (wares Reserves, concealments.
her off). Eveline. Who's the enemy
Eveline. I will not vex you with more disobedience, Of both our peace would dare to whisper that?
(Aside.) 'Tis almost over-but a few short hoursWalter (offectionately). Dost thou say“ guilty ?" Sheltered no unshared thought. Only to-night-
Yet, oh! that they were past, and I once more Has that open heart Its chambers where I must not ask admission ? Are there recesses shut up from my view
This scene was one of the best points in the And where I may not enter ? Has it thoughts
acting of the Keans : it was done charmingly I would not place as in my open hand
by both; indeed, the whole cast of the play was Where I may scan them throughly?
first-rate. Mrs. Charles Kean is one of the most Eveline. Well thou knowest
truly feminine actresses the stage now boasts
. It is a book whose every character
Though sometimes deficient in power of pasThou hast read o'er and o'er-whose open leaves sion, she never fails in scenes of womanly sweetThou canst search through at will; and if a page
Charles Kean has been raised' to his There be, I would turn over from thine eye, 'Tis only that which bears some bousehold names
present pedestal of fame-how he got there is
rather marvellous--but there he stands, and it I
may not quite blot out, and thou, alas ! Hast little pleasure viewing; yet thyself
is useless to try to pull him down. His charmWould’st love me less should my heart bear no record ing wife, too, throws a veil over critical eyes, Of kin so near.
that would spy out defects in him. The Jabez Waller. Ever most pure and good,
was most excellent. Webster's versatility I would not have one shade of heart or soul astonishing. There is no living actor wbo so Other than what it is.
completely throws himself into his part, what
ever it may be. He seems to have no particular Take another. When the husband has been line; but is “all things to all men;" excellent gradually worked up to stronger doubt, and led in comedy, and full of true feeling in the higher on to demand the key of the bower-chamber walks of his art. Mrs. Keeley as the outwardly where Jabez asserts lie the papers which prove prim serving.maid, with her " his innocence of embezzling his accounts :- slipping out here and there, her assumed cant of
puritanism, her " of a verity” and “peradJabez. The proofs—so called—are in that lady's venture," was irresistibly comical : indeed, the hands,
great effect of this play lies in its being a true Locked in the bower-chamber. We will go there reflex of life, comedy and tragedy united, and Without delay. She hath the key. (aside to Walter) mutually furnishing light and shade to each She's pale.
other. Some of the lightest scenes have a rich, Eveline. Not now-to-morrow.
quaint humour, which makes one for the time
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fancy that the author's forte is comedy; and, out in a glorious flood. This is the grand pe-
make myself one."
And truly, changing angel for actor, this is what
most of our leading performers might say to This little theatre has found at last a manager Mr. Brooke. He has fairly taken the town by and a company, and promises to become-if it storm, critics and all. The frigid lordly Times is not already—one of the most attractive in becomes enthusiastic — the caustic Aiheneum London. It opened with the “ Rivals”-one of grows sweet as summer-Heralds, Chronicles, the immortelles of the stage; probably chosen and Posts have not one word to say. Mr. to show the comic strength of the establishment. Brooke had thrown sops to the Cerberus, and Mr. Holl-whose secession from the stage we the guardians of the public taste will not give lamented last month-has re-appeared here ; a single growl. But the triumph of all is, not he took his old part of Captain Absolute. Mr. that he receives the praise, but that he deserves Stuart was the Falkland-a character in which he it. A great actor who fulfils his mission is is sufficiently well known. Two lesser names- almost as much a creature of genius as a poet or Mr. Henry Lee, and Mr. Conquest-figured as a painter-in this peculiar, that he embodies his Sir Lucius, and Bob Acres. A new Mrs. Malaprop own ideal, and is himself his own work. He is appeared in Mrs. Brougham. This deserving the universal reflex of human passion - he gives actress-one of the most useful of what we may life to the dreains of genius, appealing at once term actresses of all-work-made a considerable to eye, ear, and understanding, and being for impression, which showed no trifling skill, after the moment himself poet, painter, in one, he the inimitable Mrs. Glover. Mr. W. Davidge, sways men's minds with the might of a great a provincial actor, made his début as Sir Anthony teacher. Is not this-or rather ought iť not also very creditably. But the great gun of the to be- a high calling ? Excellent Gustavus Olympic management has been the introduction Brooke-let it be yours ! to a London audience of a tragedian who bids fair to take the very highest rank-Mr. G. V.
SADLER's Wells. Brooke. This gentleman's provincial reputation had gone before him; and on the night of his “ Isabella, or the Fatal Marriage,” was brought first appearance in “ Othello,” a crowded audi- out here in the early part of January, appearing ence, thickly sprinkled with all the dramatic cri- coeval with the pantomimes. This time-honoured tics of the day, met to judge him. He disarmed tragedy has long lain dormant, one of our acthein all-never was there a more complete tri- tresses choosing to wrestle with those depths of umph! It was the presence of genius-young, human passion which Mrs. Siddons made so fresh, strong-beating down all the thorny triumphant; but the merit of the Phelps dynasty hedges of conventionalism, and pouring itself is, that he and his company dare everything.
Laura Addison finely pourtrayed the character, markable for its magnificent scenery, the finest yet of the poor tortured woman, whose sufferings attempted on the stage. The Olympic, Sadler's come less as avenging guilt than as a sort of Wells, and Marylebone, have the old standard irresistible fatality: it is this which makes the pantomimes, the subjects being, “ Harlequin and tragedy almost too painful; and with all its the British Lion,” Harlequin and Jack and power, we shall not be sorry to see “ Isabella" | the Beanstalk," " Harlequin and Eyes, Nose, iaid on the shelf, with others of its contempo- and Mouth.” The Lyceum has an extravaganza, raries of the same class. Marston, as Biron, " The Golden Branch,” arranged from the pretty acted creditably; and George Bennett, in Don French fairy tale,“ Le Rameau d'Or,” by the Carlos, made the “excellent villain” he always skilful hand of Planché; and brought out with does. But a play without Phelps always lacks every advantage, by Madame Vestris's care. something. “ John Savile” and “As you like it,” The pantomimes are of various degrees of merit have again run several nights, as indeed they -or dulness, which you will—but doubtless all deserved;
our opinion of both is already re- very attractive to the little people, who should corded. The pantomime, however, has so much have everything made pleasant to them in merry occupied the attention of the eastern play-goers Christmas time ; young days never come back that Mr. Phelps has not thought it needful to again !--D. give more novelties. Next month we may have more to notice of the Sadler's Wells affairs.
ENGLISH VOCAL CONCERTS.
We have received a circular of a projected “Jane Shore” was brought out the first night of the pantomimes, and has been played since plan, entitled “ English Vocal Concerts, for the with considerable success ; but this play, like performance of Original Songs, Duets, Trios, “ The Fatal Marriage," belongs to a bye-gone Quartets, and Quintets, by English authors, race, whose popularity is slowly dying away. English composers, and to be sung by English In her revival of the “ Lady of Lyons”-with vocalists.” The ultra-Anglicism of this proan excellent cast-Mrs. Warner consulted the popular taste to better purpose, and every way
spectus rather offends. Do the society mean to deserves the success which marks the regene- exclude all“ authors, composers, and vocalists," ration of the drama at this theatre: the inferior who may have been born north of Tweed, or characters are always at the worst respectably across the Irish Channel? or is it mere wording? filled, while Mrs. Warner is a never-setting star, If so, British would have been far better. The with satellites of no mean magnitude to support plan is good and patriotic, though rather too her.
exclusive. We doubt whether purely English THE PANTOMIMES.
composers, as a class, can take that high rank
which would make such an undertaking succeed. These relics of the ancient follies of a past Take, as an average proof, the “last new songs” generation are matters in which we take little on a music-publisher's list, or the original balinterest, and after a month has changed them lads which now and then intersperse the more into things " flat, stale, unprofitable,” we think classic aliment of an academy concert; what a our readers will rather feel obliged to us for thus putting the pantomimes altogether, and skim- mass of mediocre rubbish is yearly swept into ming over them speedily. But we must except deserved oblivion! Yet this may be partly for from our sweeping condemnation the charming want of encouragement. There is much good extravaganza at the Haymarket, " The World in the scheme, and if at the year's end the Underground,” which promises to run until English Concerts bring out one tolerable comEaster, like last year's " Învisible Prince.” It is a capital production, the dialogue brimming poser, poet, or singer, who would otherwise over with wit. Mr. James Bland, the king of have been finally extinguished, why the project extravaganza, is majestical after his own heart will not have failed. Mr. George Barker, as Quartz; Miss P. Horton, as his son, makes, Brompton-square, is the originator of this prolike Hal of old, “the rascaliest, sweetest young ject, and expresses himself willing to commuPrince," and sings deliciously, mimicking Alboni, "nicate with any who may feel interested therein. Miss Reynolds, as the Princess, looks pretty and Mr. Barker is one of our best ballad-composers, warbles sweetly; and Mrs. Keeley, as the Spirit of Brass, is the very perfection of bewitching and deserves any success he may obtain. impudence. Nor must we except Wigan, whose President Delph was capital, withal carrying a deep and wholesome moral beneath the wit ---rough, honest delph, fighting with useless, brittle china. There is something of the Elihu Burritt spirit floating even among the pantomimes. "King Gold," at Drury-lane, is most re