The National Register. — London, England, 1813-01-10 00:00:00

.TAN. 10. DRURY LANE THEATRE. The Opera of " False Alarms," last night, attracted a brilliant and overflowing audience. BRAHAM and Nts. DICKONL were in excellent voice; and, as usual, b, the fine display of their extraordinary powers, drew reiterated plaudits from an enraptured auditory. This Opera, altogether, may be reckoned, aided as it is by the brilliant taste and execu tion of BRAHAM'S song, one of the mvst attractive on the stage. 31ltS. SIDDONS. Mr. EDITOR—T am happy to inform you the splendid career of Mrs. SIDOONS is not yet closed. Though she ap pears no more on the mimic.seene, she is about to act a most admirable part on the great stag.e . of life. In the course of next month, it is her intention to read Macbeth at the Argyle Rooms. This gratification she is about to afford to the Public. for the benefit of• the Widow and Children of the late Mr. CHERRY, who, when that cele . orated Comedian "shuffled off thi, mortal coil," were left very indifferently provided for. Every feeling heart must join with me, and say, though no longer on the stage, she continues to act well. HOR A T 1 0. MR. COATES. TO THE EDITOR OF THE NATIONAL REGISTER. SIR-1 prest y , ,n arc iniormed that io the early par of las• year, the elegant, the interesting, the liberal Mr COATES) was exhibited at the Haymarket Theatre, noitii . pally for the benefit of " the Widow Fai:hur," in reality for the benefit of that I - fiend to merit, the generous, the accomplished ANTHONY PAsczeiN. The same natural cu riosity, if I am 'sightly informed, is again to be exposed at the same place, for the benefit of the same Gentleman. On this occasion, 1 understand another name is to appear in the hills. I should like to know if this is borrowed from some other widow for the occasion, or if any one so called is really to have a share in the profit of the show. If the former, think it is too much that this should be made an annual jng ;if the latter, I should be much obliged to any of your Correspondents to inform me who the person is. There is a Worthy on the town, who for years has been very lawlably en gaged in taking care of the loose cash of stage-stinisk plung sters, and administering to their comfort, by promising them engagements at dtjerent th(atres ; but the excessive modesty of this respectabk Gentleman, though a fit corni..anion for the illustrious ANTHONY would not, I am inclined to think, suffer him to let his name be brought before the Public in this way. This glorious sample of bluAiing humility, will, I am confident, feel that his name will be blazoned suffi ciently early, when it appears, together with his exploits, in that volume of biography of e.;:alltd characters, in which it is expected to find a place. AN OLD STAGER. P. S. If ANTHONY will g:ve up thi. juggle, I for one shall have no Objection to give my mite to a subscription, towards furnishing him with soap and decent linen, so as to admit of his having a clean face and a clean shirt once 4-week. There is now a woman in the !wish of Langenhoc, Fssex, the wife of a husbandman, who has had five ci►ildren h thA .litst 11 months, two at the former birth, and three at the latter. THE NAVONAL REGISTER. EXTRACTS. FROM " IMMORTALITY," AN IRREGULAR ODE. [FROM MR. WESTON'S POEMS NOW TN TUE PRFSS.] Wi.ence burns my heart with such a restless flame ? Why du tormenting thoughts invade ~1. ) pea.x ? In vain I fly from exeicise to ease, From study to repose ell the same : Suit cares and racking d. übts tormeht tuy frame. Ot reasure's train try !he powers Ciown my brows Kith vernal flowers; Bring the harp, the festive lyre (.4:!ces, loves, the strain inspire ! Sports and dance, aticuil my call, Wines, enhance the festival; WhiLt be spread beneath my feet, Ot the eastern world each sweet ! But what !—The withering rose begins to pale, No longer now the perfumes scent the gale : No more my hand can strike the quiiiring strings, My soul resumes its cares, its doubts, its sufferings. • Bring my helmet, lance and shield, Now will t se( k ensonorin'd field; There, perhaps, a hone' crown, The weed for uc's of high renown, Ut .ittliet ens may • All remembrance chute Bark ! I lwar the clmrge resound ; See ! des:ruction hover. round ! Cannons tkutiner in mine ear, • Coursers o'er thy- idain appear ; Steel on stcc i.reessurit Lightning from each musk it flashes ; Ilark ! the •ictors loud rejoice ! Dark ! the vanquisli'd's feelde voice ! Streams tit blood around me n Jw At such hoirid rcenes of vi.;:e, My bre:l.4 is tilted with vivid glom. * V I. Whence shall w‘: learn, hat from tie memo] lowers, From "hick at first o' mica ;,tir T.) sGar above dvet•i:te.l p,,wers, And scorn fLeting I,',..a.tires of this earth ? Small is this globe with celes!ial eyes ! H o w I, ok Ambition's front the skies Like to each in cruscopic tight. Of insects floating iii tlie beams of 1i,!,11t, Or to the grovelio s g: worms who v'tr, to gain it kingdom in a ILI I, and stvirc to obtain A singe blade of grass. Such seems, alas! When front the reolins i f immortality, 'Ti, at a (list ittee All thl.t our eerth-born it!norance his planted, The passing phantoms of oar vanity; * * VIII. Perceives tlioy man, wrapt in eternity, If stiii exists an earth below ? It still a sun deli.dos to glow ? If still a thunder roll ? It still there he heroes and !Itatestnen, noblts, Lio.fs ? If Peace mill sioileq. or War its larion rings ? It lapse of time, Or hand of fate, Have overturii'd, 'stablisli'd many a ntate ? Who, from a mountaih'i lofty brow, Seeing the Nile in , jeste..: flu", Wou!d, from the scenes sublime «h h round Mtn rise, Avert his awe-struck, wondering eves, To mark beneath WI% feet the w •tois Of some scarce flowing, shallow. semity rill ? Thus mean and small this mortal stage must be s Vicw'd Coto the realms of innnortaliv. _ ~ 4 -11) ..,.-•~. s s .~ _• k 1' •` - .~. y .