The British Press; or, Morning Literary Advertiser.
London, England, 1820-02-18 00:00:00

THEATRFS.

DRtiT•LAW

This Theatre opened last night, for the first
time since the demise of our late lamented Katie.
The performance chiefly consisted of sacred and
secular music. In part the first, a Monody, writ-
ten by Doctor Bunny, " in respectful and White+
ful remembrance of his late most excellent Ma-
irs-ry." was delivered by Mr'. in • most
impressive manner, and with . great feeling and
effect. It was universally ipplauded. /*tor I%at.
my Redeemer hates," Jai given by lbtre.lfet.bbil
with that richness. variety,-and power of voice,
for which this lady is so much diitingisished.
" Ilene my priler," a sluk Ihy Miss CAaew and
Mrs. BLAND, was much ap 'traded. The Grand
funeral Scene, arranged by had .s
Very grand effect. The first act concluded with
"God save she King." which was sung by the'
vocal strength of the company. mil receited
with every mark of respect. In part the second,
Mrs. GLOVE& recited au lade to Britannia, swatters -
by Mr. Snits's. with much force and animation.
Miss CREW sang Aitgels ever bright encl./air,"
with charming simplicity. Mr. I3tallalf was,
encored in " Swim! us alone." The extraordi-
nay }rowels of this accomplished
.singer have
been seldom more happily exerted. Mr.r. SALMON
next enraptured the audience by the flue execution
of that noble sir, " Let the bright Scrap/aims,"
and in " Irons mighty Kings."—" Some, ever
smiling Likely," by altos C• new, and • patriotic
air, by Mr. Bitaitall, were highly applauded. To
them succeeded a piece, written by Dr. BUSBY.
and recited by Mr. Er.LisTutt. The whole con-
cluded with " Kale Britannia," by the whole cow-
irony. This national air was cheered with en-
thusiasm by the audience.
In the early pert of the slight a hand-bill, of
which the following is a copy, was widely cliaribut-
ed through the house, and thrown in great numbers
from the gallery into the pit :
To be sung at the conclusion of " God save the king," by
fill loyal Subjects of George Ir. and Carotins his
Ql,ll.
ADDITIONAL moist TO TAM NATIoNLI. /MUHL
God! save Qtieeu Carohne!
May thy great power divine
Bless our good Queen!
Confound ber enemies,
bloke her (aloe pure to rise,
?laird by a Nal' 's cries,
God save the Queen !

This was • preparative to excite an interest foe
her MAJESTY in the audience, and was followed
up in the course of the first act, with a cull from the
gullery For a plaudit to Queen Ca aot.ciiii. of
which no notice was taken. It was revived by •
rew voices from the same quarter, but immediately
overwhelmed by a shower of hisses, iod oo further
attempt was made to renew it.

We have seldom witnessed a more delightful
display of great musical talent them tliat which last
night enriched the tribute of graaeful and mourn-
ful respect offered to the memory of our departed
Sovereigss.
The following are ouplls of the three pieces se-
verally recited by Mrs. W. Wisr, Mrs. GLovsy.,
and Mr. ELLISTON

MONODY
•X nos LAT, *were *ton** ifies
Borman sir siss?w. Well.
When PAssey's Numbers breathe ideal woe,
kluar.txtorted tears in langour flow; -
Dot wheal our grief springs vivid from the soul,
The dewy sympathies sponianeuus roll.
too Albino's loss, what mind unintiv'd can dwell
What British Mart—and not with sorrow swell?
Though LOST tie radiant course our Monarch run,
Too won, etas! we viewed his sinking sun.
In honour,,' as iu years, he constant grew;
While rich his goodness, great his glory too.
His lb/duty, Duncan, uublest laurels gaiied ;
'Mid ever•spreading pow'r his virtues reived,
Vtc'lry her bold, exulting flag unfurrd,
And Britaiu guarded Ocean's subject world;
While Neptune envying, Mars reviv'd the fight,
And matcled our ?relsoies with our IVO/es/Ws might.
You, loyal Britons! to your Sovereigo's grace,
Ascrib'd the bounty puur'd upon your race;
Wilke-aside:lies eye s y'd each foreign throne,
But bleat the gem that gloved upon your own.
Of friendly Mousrebs, who with ours could vie ?
On Virtue's roll what foes e'er rank'il so bigli?
Superior, or i• peace, or wars alarms,
He rival'd them in goodnese, as in arms.
Bersigu as pious--Patriol—Husbaud—Sirresw
lu all things We'd, that reason eau admire.
The 'Mull combining with the kiugly part,
God awl a faithful people shoed his heart.
While England's Mate his fervent prsy'rs enjoy'd,
To merit England's weal, his care employ'd.
The public morals by his influence shone,
Ash all the private virtues were his own.
Philanthropy, Hard visitant of earth,
Type of the Deity who gave her birth,
To his her melting spirit did impart,
Aid tiled her fans in his paternal heart.
His mind 'hove ev'ry grosser passion soar%
And halou'd Temp`rance greed his simple board;
Science her homage to his shrine shall bring,
Her noblest patron, grateful Matte sing :
The Arts he raia'd, in turn exalt his fame,
Aar' British genius glory in his name.
This his lilt st image & brightly as it gleams,
li or great successor shall release the braise;
Tie Stem of Brunswick still in glory reign,
Sillt a toed George its shining course maintain.
TM &m, enkindled by the parent-fire,
Shall emulate the honours of his Sire;
And with the memory of goodness flown,
Bid the august example be his own ;
Proirerhat though Imes are summated to the sky,
Albiou's imperial virtues—never die.

ODE TO BRITANNIA.
/POW IT MM. OLOYMI.

The coke of the binge of the ear lb.
" Let Freedom die !"
The sullen rye
Of Superstition reword wild mirth,
Aud through die laud
She rosn'd her fluminK brand,
11 bi le Murder mut teed hoarse, let Freedom die!

Then Freedom .ofd
Thrones fair and stern), through days and nights
With houseitss bead,
And wither'd,
A illy slap, that Winter's icy finger blights.
With fading breath
That seetned to welcome death,
The wand'rer sank upon Driiawnies breast;
A little while

And lifer warm smile
Piay'd on those lips in eircet yet weary rest.
She wince with the comieg day,
And while her rye
Wept gratefully,
Her lips breath'sl wealth slid *eases away;
Tw that ley'd spot,
Dritaaates cot,
Heeeeterth her hem 'till Britoas bid her Ily.

lind now, with prophetic Are,
Shairied and airsick her lyre,/
And ealrfri ott Joy, and ftealtb, and l'ow'r,
On Dance, on Song,
And all the spirits that throng
Wlth young Delight or dwell in Pleasure's bower.
First, Commerce, at the sound
She lov'd en well.
Bidding the East farewell,
Began her match Leer ocean .
IVith steps like the billows motion,
And white wn,strs•glisiteitig to the sue;
fate wasesiritt housed,
With diansewi!" fruiwAlotaindp.won,
And penrTs'ingastrroawmerit fitted;
And earl light wailltittfolafrYingss
Around Arabia's, Perfsape eines.
Next lAwyrilMr-lanzhilagAu the call—.
Love neer may dwell with thrall—
His step was as light as the breeze;
A thousand pleasures round him few
As Ilse pearls of the meriting slew
fu thousand drops hang glitering on the trees.
With him came Poesy,
The maid with the .la.k wild eye,
Of heavenly hirtb,
Fantastic :is a dreain ;
Now sail, now gay, with ever•ehanging theme,
And thoughts not of the earth.
Music, who lov'd to feast
I. the moonlit bowers of the East,
A moment wept that land to i3y,
A moment wish'd to be a slave;
That moment o'er, his pinions wave,
I'o join his sister, Poesy.
Then Paititing,like the rainbow came,
A thousand colours round her flame;
And sober Sculpture by her side,
11ith stately step, and brow of pride,
As if his right baud would defy
The temp. at of eternity.
And oh! hut for the voice of might
Deliver'd from the throne of light
That all which lives must die,
Grave Sculpture, thou with Time should's( vie,
And live till time should par away
With earth and seas, and night and day,
But oh! *bat light beams from nfar,
More brilliant than the morniug star t•—•
'Tin Glory, who, as on be goes,
A moment's radiance from him throws,
Which fur that moment wakes the pride
Of those on whom it lights ;
But scarcely seen and it has died
And leaves a deeper night—
Nut so he came to Britaie's throne,
He joy'd to call IlOst land his own.
" Nuw Freedom pointed to the sun,"
Britannia to thy course be run;
His morning hitth
Scatters the clouds that envious Night
Had Bung upon the nations of the earth
And wakes them into light :
Sochi he thy morn, and such thy midday beam
As brightly stream ;
And when thy glory's restless motion
Sinks, as one day it must, in ocean,
Still like that sun thy fame shall live)
And light to other nations give,
Who, to the moon, shall gloriims Inc
By light reflected, Ocean's Queen, hum thee.

ODE,
seustfit ST Ma. ILIA/TON.
Glory—es Vision.
to! in a stream of radiance from the skies
A form descends, too bright for mortal eyes;
Swift as she moves, refulgence flies before,
And gilJs with burning red the shining shore;
A sot-ening cluted.enahrities the flying blaze,
And mitigates the fervour of her rays.
Tliro' the fine veil warm emanations flow,
And hid my soul with kindred ardour. glow--
Ardour. sublime! that waken rapt desire,
And touch my bosOm with celestial fire.
Her living pinions shed diffusive rays,
And shunt and sparkle then' th'enfultling blaze;
Her eyes upon our parting Monarch dart,
And Sash their fervoin us his conscious heart.
With voice restraiti'd, the puw'r harmonious speaks;
And thin' the cloud the heav'uly rbeeric breaks.
"Great Sov'reigit ! whom my partial beams have blest
With love of virtuous time thy soul impresed—
Attend ! Site, she who saints and heroes warms,
Invites to bliss, and heavens empyreal charms—
He, Glory, mortals and immortals name,
I lead to virtue, and invite to fame ;
To deeds divine the hearts of kings I move,
Exalt the human, crown the blest above.
You lucid track that shines a milky way,
'Ti. I irradiate at retiring day ;
At behest, above the spangled height,
Shake my bright wings, and sprinkle drops of light.
Tarray the morning stars, to me is giv'n,
And ev'ry orb that gilds the vault of Hemet);
By me Mimed, their brilliant course they run,
And in my rays I clothe the gulden sun.
Bat poor the honours senseless things eau share,
Angels and men's are Glory's milder cam.
To human limit lair reward she brings,
And show'rs her favours upon patriot Kings;
Gives in a virtuous Monarch'. just renown,
Brightness that dims the lustre of his crown ;
Brightness more keen than noon-tide sans cats boast,
More permanent than you sideral host.
0, ripe in worth! fur thee I now descend,
Thy heav'n commence., and thy Moon, end.
Tho' to bliss no earthly thrones bestow,
Still, in thy eirlutp, shalt thou reign below;
'Hid light full blazing (rum the Pow'r of Puler%
Look down from >molt r amaranthine buw'rs;
The blessings view that own their princely sourer,
A nation blest by thy example's course.
Noble the poet's strain, and hero's strife;
But GLORY'S triumph is a aceil-spent lift.
Sov'reign is virtue; e'
en thy joys above
Shall be exalted by a people's love.
Ascend, ascend! slay fadeless metal receive;
All that good Kings enjoy, and Heaven can giver'

covttt4T-O•auest. •
This splendid house opened last slight with
The Antiquary. Previous to the commencement
of the piece. she instionitl anthem of God save She
King, with additional verses, was sung in excel-
lent style