The Express.
London, England, 1859-08-30 00:00:00

PRINCESS'S TRRATRE.-ADDRISS OF MR. C.

KEAN.

The oft-repeated cry of " Wolf!" bee been verified
at last. The Owing of the Prison's Theatre, and the end
of Mr. Kean's career u a 111111114(ef. whkit have formed such
staple subjects of conversation doing the pest season, are
now acoomplished facts, and the mint beflnemt, open-handed,
painstaking nunageming to be fund is the annals of the
drutom—a management which brought to We fulfilment of
its duties not only liberality and spirit,but energy and educe-
tion—mut now to numbered among the things of the past.
Let night saw the termination of Mr. ltean's lennahlp of
the Printer's Theatre, and henceforth it is only in sossnovy
Lint ha will be anociated with it.

The Bhakapearien play of the weenie was Hwy the
Ineni, sad, by a carious association in the mina el sown
of the midtown en analogy was evidently discovered between
the retiring manager and the fallen Cardiesl, and many of
the "mocha, notably the celebrated " farewell," were
sheered with a special and marked intensity. We are
inclintd to think, however, that Mr. Kean would allow that
he has no cause for theme complaints of ingratitude In which
Woks, too pathetically indulge., for, granting all the
saminies, annoyance', and labour which he mast bans ex-
perienced, two public triumph., each as the banquet in Be
James'e-ball and the ovation of last night, are enough to
counterbalance a multiplicity of evils. The house wee
crowded from floor to ceiling, from the orchestra to the beck
of the pit, while the lobbies of both tiers of bores Win so
thronged as to be perfectly impassable.
It k endless to enter into detailed criticism of the amber,
a task which has been so often and so willingly performed in
these ooluentut. Suffice It to say nest, following the noted
example of the dying swan, both Mr. and Mrs. Keen seemed
to have reserved the beet of their Writ, energy, and artistic
talent for tbk farewell sone. At the conclusion of the per-
formance Mr. Kean delivered the following address:

Ladies and geatlemaa,—This night co;ohnies my maga-
aerial career. Tha good ship which I hays couustandad fat
nine years, through storm end amiable*, calm and tempest,
is now about to re-eater harbour, and, In nautical planes, to
be paid off; Its able and efficient crew dispersed, soca, \w-
aver, to be re-ootinniutoned under a new captalo, to.ell mice

rproapn To; vciyage.' i;;1- Ways
to bid adieu to those with whom we have bees oleo-
sista keg sad latimately ; how deeply, thee, mat 1 feel
Ws momma of separation from my constant supporters—
rimme—Mmle—aever to meet ram under ffee same Ms.
alreametumes Yon hare accompanied me through
seams efinmesent toll and interne anxiety, bat your err-
' ngeneent bee Mildred my labours, and per approbstioehas
eirgensend me foe manifuldd.Olculines and dimppointateate.
I may, perhaps, be expected, on so orrice like the present, to
make some Wirier to the principles of management I have
invariably adopted. I have always matertalsed the ravio-
li= that to throwing the great plays of the greatest poet
who ever *tore for the reamer of wen historical eacursoy
alga Be so blended with pictorial effect that instruction and
mmemeemat would go hand is hand, mad that the son cos-
prig rob a system was carried out so mace more valuable
and Imperive would be the Iron conveyed. It tact, I was
anxious to make the theatre a school, es well se • reassure,
dad the reception given to the plays 'has submitted to yew
judgment, combined with the unprecedented entober of their
repetitions, bear, I think, conclusive evidence that my views
were sot altogellier erroneous. I led it Impossible to biller,
r some have assorted, that because every detail is studied
with an eye to truth, each a plea as In the
met remote degree detract from the bemire of the poet.
My Waterton, I cosy say adoration, of Illbskreare, would
never have allowed me to de that which I could possibly
cescedve would be &rimmed to Ye mighty grime ; nor ma
I roper that this mat seeafte weld Ire bra more
highly esteemed bad I bon ler merest fa she eocesecielse by
which I surrounded him, I 111111111 wastawa a sok, If In the
play of this minim you have lost amid of lie dbartio
of iwee~ becalms in the bell-room, at Irea-pleas aal at the
Qases'a trial, at Bleektrisis, every LAMM bleadeeed
dead, alepfed trem Me bier Mal derafplleas femediag
tame vary eraMs, they se
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