The British Press; or, Morning Literary Advertiser.
London, England, 1826-05-15 00:00:00

COVENT-G.l/IDEA' THEATER.

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there was night,
%S.lttuarday performanceas iso f ancientt hitand onnuatrhni isoutuat:ieet se't
this thi atm. The first part consisted of a a leetion from
Weber's chef iteritrre, Der b'reisehrl.r. The public were
on this occasion afford( d another opportunity of lifting the
individual whose extraordinary composition has naturally
excited considerable interest for its author, for WeS,,
again directed the performance of his own music. The
appearance of this gentleman, heralded as it had been by
the far-reaching voice of fame, has rendered our eras%
sweet sounds more than usually attractive. On present'
himself on Saturday night he was received with considers.
able applause, and acknowledged it with that modisty
which has been: before attributed to him, arri which has
rendered him so much the more au object of estw
tn
inaetnisch as this quality is not very frequently
the accompaniment of genius. The performance corn.
menced with the overture; it was executed with an
admirable decision. Miss Farrar sung " The Brides.
maid's song," in a sweet simple style. The full rich tonie
of M:se Paton were never more effective than in thet
beautiful scene " Before my eye% beheld him." Thee,
app: area a perfect sympathy between the quality of this
lady's voice and the subject of the composer; and the
result was one of those delightful itnpressents on our
organ of enjoyment, of which memory finds a trace, though
many a gone-by day shall have intervened. The worth,
" Oh, lovely Night," were given with exquialth feeling;
there was a passion, an enthusiasm, breitheil iuto there,
calculated to awaken every poetical sentiment that Im
reference to the "silvery light on Man's brow." Mr. Peie
lips gave " Life is darkened o'er with woe," with a good
bacchanalian dum vicintus victims spirit. "
What !—Oh, terror 1" a trio, by Miss's Petal aid
Farrar and Mr. Braliam, •was admirably executed. efes
Paton's " 0, wee, my bean forgives thee," was full of
feeling. This lady sometimes threatens most vexatious.
ly our plighted faith to that " Queen of the silret
note," as she has been fancifully designated—Miss
Stephens. She sung " Though clouds by tempests
may be driven" in her best style. There was a beautiful
devotion in one line, " O'er him in heaven they hive no
power," the whole spirit of which seemed to he felt by the
audience: it was warmly applauded. This selection ended
with the well-known finale, "See, 0 see!" After the
first parr, Mr. Mori,• who led the band, plrformed a fan-
tasia, by Mayseder, on rhe violin. The power of execution
he possesses is perhaps little inferior to Kieewener's. The
sudden transition of the latter fr in the lowest to the
highest conceivable note is certainly more effective; we re-
collect to have seen the house absolutely electrified by it—
A selection from Handers serenata, Acis and\ciakles
followed. Miss Stephens sung " Husb I ye
trtktty
warbling choir ;" she was accompanied a reoiet
obligato by Mr. Harvey. This was totablry ineffective,
notwithstanding the merit of the performer. The devoid
is by far too weak an instrument for so large a house.
Miss H. Cawse was much applauded in " Would you
gain the tender creature." A jubilee overture, full of noisy
clap-traps and without a single idea, opened the last pan,
which was, as usual, a miscellaneous act. This overtute
is
said to have been composed for the jubilei of the ?kip
of the King of Saxony eif this be true, we protest against
any violation of the composer's design, ant( recommend
that hereafter it be performed on such occasions only.
Madame Veetris sang, the new cantina by C. Horn, called
" I've been roaming, ' with all that archness of which she
is the well-known mistress : it was encored. Brehm
gave the auld Scotch song, " March ! march 1 Ettrick sod
Tiviotdale," most spiritedly. We will answer for it there
was not a Scotchman in the house, knowing what
blue bonnets are, who did not feel warmed : it was rap-
turously encored. " Ile comes from the wars," was Mm
Stephens's moat happy effort of the evening. The words,
" Rest, warrior, rest !" were exquisitely given : it is in this
that she is absolutely without an equal—in the "dying,
dying, fall," until there is " nothing lives between her
voice and silence." " Dal too stellato moglio," from ;he
Mose in keno of ROSPRI. was ably **(vowel be Miss
Farrar and Messrs. Robinson, Hornesenk, and Phillips.
The performances closed with Handel'/ Coronation Anthem.