The Sun.
London, England, 1825-09-28 00:00:00

THE THEATRE.

DRURY-LANE.—The return of Mr. DOWTON,
last night, to this Theatre, after an Absence of
two years, was hailed by the admirers of genuine
comic talents as a felicitous event. He made his
appearance in the -character of Falstaff, in the
excellent Comedy of The Merry Wives of
Windsor. According to tradition, this Comedy
was written by desire of QUEEN ELIZABETH, in
order to represent the jovial and , licentious
Knight in love. Little.reliance, however, can be
placed on this tradition, as Falstaff is not repre-
sented in love in this Comedy, since, by his own
acknowledgment, he means to employ the two
merry wives merely for the purpose of getting
nto the coffers of their husbands. I n fact, Fa/staff
discovers more real attachment to Dolly Mar-
sheet, in the Play of Henry the Fourth, than to
either of the merry wives, and his lave to her, as
might be expected, was of the grossest nature ;
and therefore the Queen had no reason to sup-
pose that it would be otherwise in any subsequent
Play. But to the performance : Mr. DOITTON
had a triumphant reception on 'his entrance, and
he supported the character with his usual spirit,
humour, and energy. • Ford was natural and
spirited in the hands of WALLACK, one of the
most unaffected actors on the London boards.
Tuomesorf
.(for the first time, we
,believe,)took
the part of " mine Host. of the Garter."
As he generally, appears in grace characters,
we did not expect to find him play the waggish
landlord
,with .so much active spirit. Mrs. Ford
and Mrs-Page were given with spirit by Miss
GRADDON.and Miss CUBITT ; HARLEY in Muster
Slender, GATTIE in Dr. Gains., 11 °RN in.Fenton,
and Miss POVEY in Ann Page, were duly ap-
plauded ; and the comedy altogether was well
received. The-farce was The Sleeping Draught,
in which Itiatr.tt is the' whimsical and divert.
ing hero—A good house.

The vessels that came to anchor yesterday

from the West Indies met with tremendous gales
on their voyage. The weather off the Cape has
also been very tempestuous.

BOULOGgE, SEPT. 25.—0 n Wednesday morn-
ing the Rev. Mr. EDGE, a minister, hut recently arrived as a
visitor, met with a fatal accident. Mr. Edge. was fond of
bathing, and on this occasion, while preparing to indulge in his
favourite recreation, he was advised by a friend to be on his
guard against the effects of the current, as there was some dan-
ger when the tide was in the state in which it then was. The
Rev. Gentleman, on receiving this caution, treated it rather
lightly, observing, that for him ,the peril was not so great as
had been supposed, seeing he was an excellent swimmer. He
proceeded to bathe, when the current to which his attention had
been called carried him away from the land: his eflbrts to re-
turn were ineffectal, and he 'sunk to rise no more. The news
of this event was communicated to his wife and sister, who had
accompanied him, by the Rev. Mr. Simmonds and another gen-
tleman. To describe the effect of the afflicting intelligence on
the ladies is impossible. The sister rushed franticly forward
to seek her lost relative—she was with difficulty restrained ;
and the wife sunk to the ground, overwhelmed by the awful
tidings, in a fainting state. Every effort has since been made
to recover the body, but witl•out effect. It is supposed to
have been carried into the deep water by the storm which fol-
lowed. _

ECONOMY IN COALM.—Take the ashes and
small cinders which full from the fire, and wet them till they are
like the mortar used by .bricklayers ; that done, put them on the
back part of the fire, when those who have not made the experi-
ment will be surprised to find, that, in conjunction with coal,
they make an excellent fire, that will answer any common pur.
pose.—(Housekaperi Magazine.)

POETRY.

TO DEPARTING SUMMER.

Ere Winter, stern Winter, dismantles thy bowers,
We reluctantly murmur adieu!
Farewell to thy fruits, and farewell to thy flowers,
That could charm with each flavour and hue.

Farewell to the warmth of thy bright sunny skies!
To the balm of thy mornings, farewell!
Adieu the wild notes that were wont to arise,
From the woodlands, the grove and the dell !
With branclieg bcdeck'd, the last sheaf from the fields
Hath merrily vanish'd—the horn
No longer at twilight its melody yields,
By the breeze o'er the valley uphorne.
The leaves of the forest their colour of green
Have changed for the hue of decay ;
And the wind, as it rustles the branches between,
Seems to sigh o'er the fall of its prey.
To soften our parting, thy liberal hand
(That so rarely is slack to bestow)
Bath lavish'd thy treasures throughout the wide land,
Till our stores with abundance o'erflow.
Yet in vain do we labour to stifle the sigh
Of regret, as.we gaze on thy flight
To regions where Winter ne'er troubles the sky.
Nor sheds on thy beauties a blight.
When the tyrant, envelop'd in clouds, shall descend, '
And his storms round our dwellings shall howl—
As
over the blaze of the faggots we bend,
And circle the health.pledging bowl.
We'll toast thee, gay Summer !—and,,deep as we quaff
The juice of thy grape, we'll remeMber,
'Tis thy bounty enables us blithely to latigli
At the blustering wrath of December.
Then, fare thee well, spirit benignant and bright!
We must bear with thine absence awhile:
Time shall bring thee again, in thy garment of light,
To adorn and to gladden our isle