The Sun.
London, England, 1849-06-26 00:00:00

NE W STRAND THEATRE.

A new and very lively little farce, by Mr. Charles
Selby, was produced last night. It is called Chamber
Practice, and turns on the embarrassments of a brace of
law students, who are troubled by the presence of female
relations when they are about to give a treat to some
fair milliners, and are moreover harassed by the pursuit
of bailiffs. The principal personage, however, is a " red
jacket" of the Temple, who is ready to assist the em-
bryo barristers in any dilemma, and is charmed, even to
a revolutionary furor, when he sees a barricade of chairs
and tables placed against the door of the chambers to
stop the bailiffs incursions. This is one of the charac-
ters which Mr. Compton pin s to perfection, and the
good humour with which he delivered the " tag" con-
tributed in no small degree to the applause at the fall of
the curtain. Mr. Selby was loudly called, and bowed
from a private box.

ADELPHI THEATRE.—Miss Woolgar, a lady whose
merits as a most versatile and accomplished actress we
have often had occasion to notice, takes her benefit at
this theatre to-morrow evening. The programme of the
night's performance is extremely attractive, and we trust
it will secure for the beneficiare a " benefit" in the most
practical sense of the term.
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ROYAL GARDENS, VAUXHALL.—Among the com-
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Cleveland,lastetl
the
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of Munster, Lord Adolphus Fitzclarence, General Wool;
the Marchioness of Douro, the youthful Ladies Ramsay,
daughters of the Marquis of Dalhousie, Lady West, &C.
JAMES WARD AN AETIST.—In this age of t
won-
ders, when each new year teems with discoveries in art
and science which awaken our warmest the admiration,triu s of
triumphs we
are gratified in being enabled to recor
d
intuitive genius soaring abovethe prejudices allied to
obscure origin, and, by intrinsic merit, claiming
kindred
with the polished classes of educated society. James
Ward, the ex-Champion of England, has, unassisted by
the slightest instruction, become an artist in the most
pure and unqualified sense of the term. Ilis last pro-
duction, " The Setting Sun," d• • his brilliant orb
dipping
in the blushing wave, forms as chaste a portraiture of
nature as ever emanated from the most masterly pencil.
The horizon, and happy distribution of the varied
coloured clouds, display a boldness of outline which the
fearless hand of truth could alone have ventured to
depict. The perFpective is in admirable keeping. The
foreground is also beautifully relieved by the distant
coruscations emitted from the departing god of day,
while the presence of a small boat, resting near the
bank, forms an interesting object in this faithfully deli-
neated sketch of nature. In tact, the chicra. oscura, or
happy blending of light with shade, is perfect ; but the
really trausending excellence of the painting will be dis-
covered in the hitherto unapproachc d and felicitous tone
of colour pervading the whole picture. We have never
before seen realised, even in the works of Turner or
Danby, splendid as their productions are allowed to be,
that peculiar warmth of colouring which indicates the
concentration of heat and light; but immediately the
eye rests upon Ward's picture, an idea is conveyed that
the sun is basking in the borrowed refulgence of some
concealed agency, so perfectly transparent and fire-
emitting an orb does it appear! Most heartily do we
congratulate Mr. Ward upon this extraordinary work
of art, illustrating the poet:o lines of Anacreontic
Moore—

"How brilliant the sun looked in sinking!
The waters beneath hina, how bright."
.—Liverpoel Courier.