The Sun.
London, England, 1838-10-01 00:00:00

OLYMPIC THEATRE.

This highly-popular theatre opened for the season on Sa-
turday night, wanting none of its former attractions, save the
presence of its fair lessee, whose loss bas been repaired in the
best possible manner by the engagement of so admirable a sub-
stitute as Mrs. Nisbett. The managerial department has been
provided for in the appointment of Mr. Planche, which will
go far to sustain the reputation which this theatre has acquired
for its superiority and correctness in costume, scenery, and
general stage effects. This was manifested on the present
occasion, in the exceedingly natural and complete arrange-
meat of the opening scene of Mr. Charles Danse's new and
successful drama of Sons and Systems, of the plot of which
the following is a brief outline :—" Mr. Lemon Sowerby (W.
Farren), an old gentleman, with as much acid in his temper
as his name implies, and his sister, Mrs. Sweetman ( Mrs.
Orger), whose temper also corresponds with her patronyme,
residing together in the country, have each a son,
Messrs. T. Green and Selby, in who:e education they
have both pursued a " system" suited to their dif-
ferent dispositions—the one all strictness and seve-
rity, the other all tenderness and unbounded indul-
gence ; both have full confidence in the merits of their
favourite " systems," which are the subject of continual dis-
putes; neither, however, have succeeded in insuring the duti-
ful obedience expected from them', as we find at the com-
mencement the young gentlemen engaged in planning an
elopement with their fair neighbours, Laura Harcourt (Mrs.
Nisbett,) and her sister Blanch (Miss Murray,) which they
carry into execution with the assistance of Roots, the gar-
dener (Oxberry,) 'and his, assistant Donald O'McSweeney
( Brougham,) who are the bearers of letters, which deceive
their parents into a belief that each is accompanying the other
in the hope to dissuade him from his design. Unwilling to
give pain by the disclosure, the old folks secrete their letters,
each privately exulting in the fancied success of their " sys-
tems.' Meanwhile the runaways, having nearly exhausted
their finances, are desirous of a reconciliation, is Ilia Laura
undertakes to effect. She desires them to write letters to their
respective parents, each announcing the marriage of his cousin
with them, and disguised in male attire, she gains an interview
with Mr. Sowerby, and completely wins his good graces by
flattering him on the mildness and amiability of his temper,
ain toil:s break
nephew'sthe
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his
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tlert,t er,
and andend
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pardon. In a subsequent interview with Mrs. Swectman she
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delivers the other letter with a similar request ; an eclaiicisse-
meat of course ensues, end produces unexpected results, the
hitherto placid temper of the lady breaks into violent indig-,
nation at the disobedience of her over-indulged son, whilst
her irrascible brother is convinced of the fell; of severity,
which, by destroying confidence, has induced deception, and_
in becoming sensible of the errors of his .systemer not only
readily pardons the effect of which it has been the cause, but
intercedes with his sister for the forgiveness of his nephew,
and thus all parties become reconciled. The burden of the
piece devolved principally upon Mr. Farren and Mrs. Orger,
who sustained it with their usual ability. Mrs. Nisbetttrn-
parted much sprightliness to the part of Laura, and Miss_.)e
Murray represented her sister Blanche very agreeably. The
divided applause.
drama was well received, and given out for repetition with um-

THE FIRE IN WYCH-STYLEET.—It has been as-
certained that no less a number then six families have been ren-
dered homeless by this fire. The foliewing arc their names—
Mr. Collard, stock, building, and furniture destroyed; stock
only insured. Mrs. Cutmore, first-floor lodger,
every article
of vvearinocr apparel, &c. consumed; not insured. Mr. Layton,
wife, and daughter, not the least portion of property saved;
not insured. Mrs. Lintott, widow, saved by the County and
Chandos. street men and engines ; all destroyed, and not in-
sured. Mr. and Mrs. Stevens, nothing cared nor insured.
For some hours after the fire was subdued the attic lodgers, it
was feared, had perished in the flames, not having been seen
among the muster of unfortunate persons burnt cut in St.
ts
Clement's tap. room, the landlord of which gave them shelter
and refreshment ; but about five o'clock they were discovered
in he
tstreet, house
et
, of
er a e
relative
houses of Mr. Elphick end Mr. Stevens, on the opposite side
of the e
also
considerablyme distanced anm
F. WANDERING
damaged.
od. from the
TIIi :
~ D - IPER.,— i.rriliSSUCCes successful hoaxer
visited Ayr on dV. $ d the good
e nes sy last, and attempted to lay
folks under contribution ; but he found it was no do—bis real
character was smoked—and on Friday he bundled up his neat
little squeaking
Irishbagpipe, and left Avr for Irvine, declaring
this one •of the shabbiest towns •in th'e -mgom.—
. 1,• d Glasgow
Chronicle.

LINIMENT FOR THE GALLED BACKS OF
Flonses.—Nothing succeeds so well as white lead moistened
with milk. Whenever the application is made in the early
stage of tLe wound, it is always eff:ctual.

THE MAGAZINES.

BLACKWOOMS MAGAZINE.

There is a curious diatribe in this Number, entitled
" The Progress of Popery," which, from its hysterical
character seems to have been penned while the writer was
labouring. under a fit of .the horrors. Every sentence is an
alarm hell, which he rings in the ears of the orthodox with,
what Falstaff would call, " damnable iteration." The
English Papists, he assures us, are not less than two mil-
lions in number ; their chapels are daily increasing in pro-
portion ; they arc wealthy and persevering ; arc constantly
turning a longing eye towards the Protestant Establish-
ments ; and will stick at nothing to resume their old ascen-
dancy ! Such are the startling assertions which the writer
repeats a dozen times in the course of as many pages, ad-
ding, for the special edification and satisfaction of all good
Protestants, that the time is at hand when we shall all of us
be made Papists in spite of ourselves ; and that even our
remotest colonies will not escape the visitation, for " Sir
Maurice Q'Connell; whose very name speaks volumes, has
just been appointed Governor of New South Wales!"
Really this horror of Popery is very ridiculous ; and though
it may be shared in by certain superannuated Tories who
wear powder and pig-tails,and believe in their conscience

that O'Connell is Antichrist, the refl:•cting portion of the
community will treat it with contempt and ridicule. " The
Cabinet and the Country," is of course a vehement assault
and battery on the present Administration, who, in the
writer's opinion, are going headlong to the Devil, and taking
the country alon; with them, by way of company. " The
Picture Gallery," which we perceive has reached its fifth
number, contains a tale founded on an affecting anecdote
related by Dr. Uwins, in his treatise on " Disorders of
the Brain." "On the Earlier English Moral Songs and
Poems," is an ingenious essay on some of the writings of
Wyatt, Spencer., Surrey, and Raleigh, from which several
felicitous passages are extracted. " Funerals" is written
in a spirit of great feeling and simplicity. We quote the
cursory reflections on town and country church-yards, the
truth of which no one can gainsay :
" A London churchyard is at any time, crowded as it is, a
most forlorn place, so utterly abandoned by the living, and as
much as may be shut out from sight, as if we were ashamed of
them, and compensated by a long neglect for the undertaker's
one expensive parade. And who does not, while in life, en-
courage the idea of resting in the grave ? but in these recep-
taelcs there can be, fancy assures us, no rest, night nor day.
The incessant noise of carriages that pass them in their speed
of pleasure or business; the full tide and roar of life, that
never stops to remember one inhabitant of all the tombs, thst
ring with the chariot wheels of universal neglect, rattling on
to the feast or show—and the dampness and the fog that settles
on, or broods over them in the twilight of a November day,
awl the chill and rains of wintry nights, so sadly contrasted
with the low debasing riot of life, and wickedness of lanes
around them, all those seam to rob death of its repose, and
even of its respect, and the grave-tenants of their respectabi-
lity. No, Eusebius, lam weak enough to abhor such sepul-
ture. If I must contemplate the outward scene of my last
borne—and how few are that do not ?—let it be where the
grass grows not rank and black, amid the broken pots and pans,
and refuse cast from decaying windows—but where the grass
grows on which the sun shines, and a flower may spring up
from the fresh earth, returning modest thanks as an offering,
even from the dead, for the blessing of showers and dews of
heaven—% here, if there be pride, it shows not its offensive ar.
regent airs, but the aristocratic and humble monuments bear
a family relation to each other, claiming clanship in death ;
where the daily frequented path yet keeps friendly fellowship
with the living, and where graves are not unvisited ; where
graves look sensible of a Sabbath, and Sabbath care and vil-
lagers' talk—where the Sunday congregation, not hastening
out with all speed, as from an odious place, love to linger e
and there is homely courtesy, and better than everyday thought!,
put on with Sunday clothes. Where a friend, such as my
Eusebius, may freely , come and cheat his fancy, and give
breathing to his affection, without having to seek sexton or
beadle for key, and a permission to be paid for. Not too gay
for sorrow, nor too sad for love ; but where there may be an
indwelling sanctity that may hallo* both ; whence sorrow
might receive comfort and love trust;- where there is a sweet
green shade for the tales of the young, and a lingering sun-
shine upon
,many a sod .to rest the aged as they sit, not un-
thankful that beneath their feet is the same home that will re-
ceive them, as it has received their kindred before them. Such
is a scene of peace. Here the living may hope to " sleep
with their fathers." I love even the country churchyard epi-
taphs, their repetitions, their quaint rhymes, and mis-spellings.
One can fancy the' on moonlight nights, when the shadows
connect grave with grave, and stone with stone by their dis-
tinct lines, that gentle spirits come out of them, and, linked
together in groups, seek amusement."
" The Tutor" is a short tale full of broad, racy humour,
•which would make a capital farce. The character of
Ignatius Hubble is hit off with much spirit, though rather
caricatured, and reminds us of Congreve's Old Foresight,
in that most irresistible of all comedies, Lore for Love..
" The Letter from Tomkins" contains some amusing and
pointed passages, but as a whole it is too wire-drawn. " A
Glance over the Poetry of Thomas Wharton" is from the
pen of Christopher North, who does justice to the memory
of a man of genius and a scholar. Of late years Wharton
seems to have fallen into oblivion, yet he is the author of
one of the finest sonnets in the language—that, we mean,
on " Revisiting the Bank; of the Loddon," which we are
surprised that Christopher has not quoted, as it is far
superior to his more ambitious attempts in verse. By the
bye, why does Kit go out of his way to sneer at Cibber ?
Poor Colley was by no means the scamp that he is gene-
rally supposed to have been ; he was thoughtless and irn-
but nothing worse ; and as for ability, his
provident,
gl Apology" and his comedies prove that Pope wilfully
underrated him when he made him the hero of the " Dunciad."

NEW MONTHLY MAGAZINE.
Mr. Hook's " Gurney Papers" halt a little this month ;
there is too much narrative, and too little of that lively
dramatic dialogua in which the author so highly excels.
Still they are worth perusal ; for one or two of the incidents,
trifling in themselves, are worked up with considerable tact
and spirit. In " Algiers in the Spring of 1837" we find
some piquant sketches of the present state of that singular
French colony, Among other signs of the times, Mayer-
b er'S opera of liokert the Devi has, it seems, been
hissed
wShaiettilinipoenrh.alpuss
may account
from his trip to
per-
formed there. It did not,. however, suit the taste of an
Algerine audience, who hissed with ascw'omuhuiolcthfinoerunstehtreghydalias,es.
devils
she theatre
.where it was represented was for-
merly
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orwtohsequeeto'hpepeDr:volioiunrtehdelaruedhieunrceaehe,es.
elegant
ngtrF great
little
ss profanenessnfrointn thethe
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" Castles in
Twiss. Graceful, however, as is this lady's prose, we pre-
fer her poetry, as a favourable specimen of which we quote
some lines which strike us as truly affecting and unaffected
thought
in their character :
it
paln:ynacet
To
tsiulomiAngietois

'There best to part, since now too well I know
The change I may not, cannot learn to bear,
Yet shall no frantic rhapsody of woe
Proclaim the transports of uncbeek'd despair.
Think with what pangs of varying hope and dread
My sorrowing soul has seen thy love decline,
Till passion's earner energies are fled,
And heartless vows are all I now resign.
Think with what aching patience I have dwelt
On every dear memorial of the past ;
Think on the lonely anguish have
felt,
I
And do not Wonder though sink at last.
Still It't me fondly hope that, when thine eye
Shill cease to view the form once loved so well,
These lines may wake a momentary sigh
While thus they speak what I must never tell ;
For I will never more in silence gaze
On the faint semblance of thy former smile, -
Hang on each word that speaks of happier days,
And, spite of reason, hope a little while.
I go where thou must. never hear again
Of her who, vainly labouring to forget
-Her past felicity—her present pain,
• Will never censure what she must regret.
Perhaps, when Fancy pictures to thy mind
The faded image of thine early love,
Tranquilly sad, and mournfully resign'd,
With wasted frame and wishes fix'd above.
So.-,e faint Nmembrance of the brighter hues
01 hope and youth may touch thy heart once more,
Pity may grant what Passion would refuse,
And Memory paint me fairer than before.
Ah I unlameeted let me not depart—
Give
me one sigh like those that once were mine,
Breath one farewell in mercy to a heart
Where thou vast worshipp'd—till thou brok'st the shrine I
" The story of Mary Ancel" is of the average order of
Magazine fictions. " Personal Narrative of Tristram
Dumps" should have been more lively. The best portions
of it are the reflections on a French gambling-house.
" The Rocking horse" is a short poem by Douglas Jer-
rold. It points a moral in a very pointed style. In the
" Manager's Note Book" we have a somewhat over-copious
biography of MaCeMe Mara, the celebrated Italian voca-
list, who many years ago was the delight and -wonder of
our grandfathers and grandmothers. Altogether, the Num-
ber is of the usual calibre.

MONTHLY CHRONICLE.
As we noticed at some length the observations on the
" People's Charter" in The Sun on Saturday, we need
here say no more of it than that it is a carefully considered
article, put forth at a most seasonable juncture, and likely
to benefit the parties to whose good sense it is addressed.
" Our 13anking Institutions" is a useful, practical paper,
which commercial men will be sure to read with interest.
" Portraits of Remarkable Frenchmen" furnishes us with
a sketch of M. Dupin, the celebrated advocate, and now
President of the Chamber of Deputies, which appears to
be drawn from the life :
" Monsieur Dupin (says his biographer) does not appear
to be ambitious, nor can he be truly said to be without ambi.
tion. Ho is simple in his own habits, and ostent4iou§ in

those of his household. He is sometimes very resolute, some-
times the reverse. tie has been known to pursue fortune with
the most determined ardour while she flies, and t' refuse to
profit by his success when she yields. He has the humour of
a spoilt child ; struggles for the bauble, plays with it awhile,
and then casts it aside. Twenty times he has been upon the
point of seizing the portfolio of office ; twenty times it has
fallen within his grasp, and he has refused to touch it. M.
Dupin is unquestionably at the head of an important party in
the State, if that can be called a party which possesses no ab-
solute bond of union, and no confidence in the erratic move-
ments of its chief. Like the warriors of old, M. Dupin re-
tires to his tent to arrange the plan of battle and marshal his
invisible squalrons : the plan is admirable in all its details ;
his chiefs are chosen, and he counsels them to die in the
breach sooner than surrender. He makes a furious onslaught
upon the enemy himself, and then as suddenly turns round,
at the first deviation from the original plan cf attack, to spend
his accumulated fury upon his own astonished friends.
" Although M. Dupin's peers are held in due respect by
each successive Government, still each in succession shrinks
from seeking his support. It is said among the different co-
teries to be difficult to secure hint for a friend, dangerous to
have him for an enemy. his considered that he would prove
" intractable" iu the Cabinet—that he would occasion as
much embarrassment to the Government with which lie is con-
nected, hsi did to the Government he opposed. He is not
sufficientonciliating, supple, and insinuating, to master or
evade the thousand and one difficulties which cross the path of
the man in office, and is too apt to cut the knot which he has
not the patience to untie. As a Minister, he would probably
of some of the most strenuous supporters of his party, if
their demands savoured in any degree of extravagance, or if
they chanced to be made in a moment of ill-humour. In
Council he would be apt to make his colleagues the butt of
pleasantries which he seems not to know how to repress, or,
in the event of opposition to his views, the objects of a sar-
casm equally intolerable. At Court he is rather tolerated and
feared than beloved ; for his manners there, as elsewhere, are
brusque, and his language uncompromising. He is known to
have offended the susceptibilities of the august head of the
Monarchy of July more than once by his fearless advocacy of
particular opinions. But if rumour speaks true, be is per-
mitted to gallop at full speed over the course; as it is known
that he will return, if not opposed, with subdued enthusiasm,
to the point from whence he started.
" Such are M. Dupin's faults of temper, but they are all
forgotten or effaced amid the - splendour of his eloquence,
which rises, like the sun, to dazzle and confound the eyes
which have been occupied in examining the spots upon its
surface. But even his eloquence partakes of the peculiar cha-
racteristics of the man. Is is not so elaborate in method, so
correct in style, or so pure in diction as the eloquence of M.
de Berrycr ; but it is more substantial, more life-like, more
animated, and more picturesque. His comparisons are all
drawn from ordinary things—from the habits, customs, and
Manners of every-day life ; and these again are illustrated by
quaint and homespun truths, which have passed into pro-
verbs."

" More Virtues of Brevity," is a lively little essay, full
of shrewd and good-humoured observations. Though
meant evidently as a mere joke, there is much truth in this
remark—" Stern morality has always chosen a brief
medium of communication, but wicked meanings love to
wrap themselves in long periods. HoneF.ty is a fellow of
few words, but a rogue is full of parentheses." In the
" Review of Literature," which occupies a prominent place
in this Number, there are some clever and impaptial
critical notices of" Lord Lindsay's Letters on Egypt,"and

" Mr. Itaikes's Visit to St. Peteriburgb," both of -which
have already been reviewed in The Sun. " Notes of the
Month" are sr3rightly and amusing, and give a whimsical
account of the grievances of a great—that is to say, of a
tall—man, who whenever it rains, gets his hat wet a
quarter of an hour before the rain reaches any one else.