The Sun.
London, England, 1848-11-21 00:00:00

ADELPHI
It seems fated that the London stage should be in-
debted to the Liverpool boards for all its best bur-
lesques. Since the palmy days of the Strand, when
Othello according to Act of Parliament (originally a
transplantation from Liverpool) was drawing crowded
houses night after night, although we have had many
very graceful extravaganzas, half spectacle half
comedy in verse, in which a parody might be
met with occasionally, and occasionally a clever
mot that might create a smile, not a laugh,
we have had no regular legitimate " screaming "
burlesque until last evening, when another Liverpool
production, the author of which is Mr. Brough, was
performed here for the first time, with a success
which cannot but secure for it a run of some bun•
dreds of nights (for at the Adelphi runs are always
reckoned not by scores, but by hundreds). The
piece is entitled The Enchanted Isle, and is a bur-
lesque of The Tempest. We have 0. Smith as
Prospero, Madame Celeste as Ariel, Miss Woolgsr
as Ferdinand, Paul Bedford-as Alonzo, Munyard as
Caliban, and Miss Al. Taylor as Miranda.
Ariel
,and the attendant spirits are fairy
special constables, and Caliban is a Red
Republican, who fraternizes with Stephano
and Trinculo behind a halfpenny bundle of wood,
which does duty for a barricade. Prospero is a half
professor, half conjuror, who wears a trencher cap, a
barrister's wig and gown and green goggles. Miranda
is a nice young lady with a parasol. Alonzo is a
magnificent King with an umbrella, and Ferdinand
a " fast man "on town. The scenery is superb,
but the great thing is the dialogue—it is replete
with wit, joke, fun, and pun, there is a
freshness, an originality, a raciness about it that
we seek for in vain in the dialogues of perhaps more
artistically built and more gracefully written bur-
lesques. The actors were all in admirable " fooling,"
and the piece went off in a "blaze of triumph," to
quote one of the placards exhibited in the Enchanted
Isle announcing the last week of Signor Prospero. (By
the bye, the last week will last a long time). Let all
those who wish to dispel care visit the Enchanted
Isle, and they will be enchanted. It is the best bur-
lesque that has been produced for the last fourteen
years.

1 LYCEUM THEATRE.
Madame Vestris made her first appearance for the
season here, last evening, in the character of Mrs.
Ford, in the Merry Wives of Windsor. The co-
medy was revived some years since, by Madame
Vestris, at Covent garden, and the cast last night was
nearly the same as on that occasion, the only mate-
rial differences being the substitution of Mrs. Yates
for Mrs. Nisbet, as Mrs. Page, and of Miss K. Fitz.
william for Miss Rainforth, as Ann Page. Mr.
Cooper, who has joined the Lyceum company, re-
sumed his old character of Ford. The mite en scene
was admirable, and the comedy was played excellently,
to the great delight of a numerous audience. The
reception of Madame Vestris was enthusiastic in the
extreme.

OLYMPIC THEATRE.
Cousin Cherry, which was produced here last night
'or the first time in an English dress, is a clever
,ranslation of Le Moulin a Paroles. The plot is of
very slight construction. Charles Earl of Mandeville
(Mr. Leigh Murray), under the assumed name
of Mr. Charles, visits the neighbourhood of his
newly-acquired estate in search of his sister and
her child, whom family dissensions have severed
from her husband. The Earl assumes an incog-
nito the better to escape vulgar curiosity, and
finds himself in the house of Thomas Primrose
(Mr. Norton), with whose sister, Elinor (Miss St.
George), he falls in love, and is by her secretly ac-
cepted. And now steps upon the scene Cousin Cherry
(Mrs. Stirling). This Cousin Cherry, a young
and buxom widow, and the chatter-box of the
village, after a brief acquaintance with the sup-
posed Mr. Charles, imagines that he is in love
with her, and determines to ascertain the object
of his visit into the neighbourhood. After a series
of failures, she thinks that she has made the desired
discovery. On the person of a lady, whom, in her
flight from her home, she happens at that moment
to be befriending, she finds a locket, which contains
the portrait of the Earl, whom she now taxes with
a desertion of his wife and child. The sup-
posed Mr. Charles here declares himself, ex-
plains the object of his presence, ascertains that
the lady in question is the sister he is in
search of, and shows by a letter he has
just received that an adjustment of the family
quarrel may be immediately effected. Matters are
thus cleared up, and the Earl takes the hand of Elinor.
Mrs.. Stirling was admirably fitted in the part of
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breathes, without it she dies. Her eternal chatter
was most delightful. The piece was completely
successful.

_ACIRD HARMONICMessiah
will be given at Exeter Hall, for the first time this sea-
son, on Friday next. Mr. Sims Reeves will sing in it
for the first time in London; and it will also be the first
occasion on which M. Costa has appeared as a Randelian
conductor.
MARYLEBONE THEATER.—The engagement of Mr.
Buckstone and Mrs. Fitzwilliam at this theatre has been
of service to the treasury, for, since they have been
playing in the favourite burlettas of Flowers of the Fo-
rest and A Rough Diamond, the house bas been en-
tre mely well attended. The enterprise of the manager
has, therefore, been z ewarded as it should be ; and we
are glad to find that the inhabitants, of this distant dis-
trict of the metropolis, have not been indifferent to the
presence of two of the most genial comic artists the
English stage possesses.
ERINBURGH CHARTIST TRIALS.—The High Court
of Justiciary met on Saturday for the purpose of con,.
aidering the sentence which should be pronounced upon
Henry Ranken and Robert Hamilton, who were found
guilty on Tuesday last of sedition, in so far as that they
used language calculated to excited popular disaffection
and resistance to lawful authority. As it was under-
stood that the counsel for Ranken and Hamilton were to
object to the sufficiency of the verdict returned by the
jury to warrant the infliction of punishment, there was a
full bench. The judges present were the Lord Justice
Clerk, Lords Mackenzie, Moncrieff, Medwin, Cockburn,
and Wood. The case hay* been argued, the judges
retired for consultation. They returned into Court after
on absence of about forty minutes. The Lord Justice
Clerk said that he was sorry that the Court could not
pron9unce judgment at present. In order to give the
fullest consideration to the subject, they would delay
giving judgment till Saturday next, the 25th. The
prisoners were then removed to prison, and the Court
adjourned.

The letters from Hamburgh mention that bills
generally on London were in demand, and also on Bres-
lau, Berlin, and Leipzic; Prague and Vienna continued
nominal. Money was abundant, and stocks and railway
shares were firm.

Unhealthy as the weather has latterly been, and
abominably health-destroying as are many localities in
the large parish of St. Martin, which comprises about
one-eighth of the whole population of the city, only a
single death occurred in the parish between Oct. Ist and
Nov. 12th—i. e, on each of those days there was a
death, and only one between. There has, however,
been an abundance of such disease as is the usual eon-,
sequence of ill-drained and badly-ventilated
Stamford Mercury.

ELIZA COOK AND CHARLOTTE
CUSHMAN.
Miss Eliza Cook, in publishing a new edition of
her beautiful poems, has dedicated them irt the follow-
ing truly heartfelt and generous strains to a kindred
genius—the gifted Charlotte Cushman. The verses
do donour to both.
TO CHARLOTTE CUSHMAN.
'1 he early melody my heart-strings bore,
Free and untaught as GOD'S Aolian notes,
Of winds in woods, or waves upon the shore,
Was heard by thee long since--thy soul, which dotes
On High, Eternal Nature, gave to me
Its gentle sympathy: and all unknown,
Thy spirit clung to mine, and craved to see
The simple reed that pleased thee with its tone.
Fate brought thee hither from the far-off West,
Thy genius shone, and Fame can tell the rest.
I gazed with joy upon thy open brow,
And Faith sprung up between us, firm and sound;
We were good, earnest friends at first, and now
Where is the hand by which could be unbound
The mingled threads of Feeling's fairest hues,
That hold us captive in Affection's thrall?
Where is the poison-tongue that could infuse
Into our draught of Peace, Doubt's burning gall?
We speak too meaningly, and mean too well,
Fur any worldly craft to break the spell.
We have talked on through many a cheerful day,
As Reason's mood or Fancy's impulse led;
Time oft has flown so deftly on our way,
That ere the South seemed light the West was red;
And if my later song bear harvest grain,
Of richer excellence, as some declare—
Thine be the praise that waits upon the strain,
And thine the leaf of laurel it may wear;
For thou heat brought back all the zeal of Youth,
Broadened my brain and fortified my truth.
I love thee, and herewith I dedicate
Unto thy name the children of my mind;
My verse is honest if it be not great,
And thou wilt brook the fruit's unseemly rind.
My first instinctive lays poured with the hope
Of soothing breasts that meet too little heed—
To add a star to the dull horoscope
Of hearts that in their darkness still can bleed.
I sing for the chafed mass, and not for those
Who, crouched on flowers, groan o'er a rumpled rose.
I know thou art an altar where my lyre
May honourably yield its worship chaunt ;
'Tis only worth like thine that could inspire
The unbought minstrelsy of this Romaunt.
I would not flatter monarchs for their thrones,
Nor serve a golden shrine to win its pelf ;
My Ilarp—tbe proudest thing my spirif owns--
Lies only at the feet of thy dear self.
Friend, Woman, Sister, let it lie there long
And mark how Love and Trust shall help its song I
" ELIZA COOK"