The Sun.
London, England, 1850-10-24 00:00:00

MISS KELLY'S THEATRE.

The Western Dramatic Amateurs commenced last
night a second series of private performances at the
above elegant little theatre, situate in Dean-street,
Soho. The members of this excellent dramatic so-
ciety appear, one and all, to be deeply embued with
an admiration for the drama, hence their histrionic
endeavours are characterised by a greater degree of
Correctness and success than can be said to attend the
generality of amateur performances. The manner in
Which the various pieces forming the programme
were played last night, betokened that the ladies and
gentlemen of the Western Dramatic Amateurs bad
well studied the characters judiciously allotted tot
them, and well and carefully rehearsed the enter-
tainments. The performances commenced with
Morton's admirable comedy, The School of Reform,
which was gone through with praiseworthy pre-
cision. The principal characters were distributed
with much discrimination, each party appearing in
that best suited to his or her style of performing end
ability. Mr. Edward's Lord Avendale was a gentle-
manly and interesting performance ; a like eulogium
may also be paid to the General Tarragon of Mr.
Birch and the Ferment of Mr. Spicer. Mr. G. Har-
rison gave a forcible and spirited interpretation of
Robert Tyke, producing in many of the scenes a
great effect. A word of praise is especially due to
the ladies, who admirably acquitted themselves in
their particular branch of the comedy. Miss Ne-
ville's Julia was a natural and charming piece of
acting. Miss Sophia Archer and Miss J. Montague
both honourably acquitted themselves in the respec-
tive pars of Mrs. St. Clair and Mrs. Ferment. The
other characters were also well sustained. In addition
to the comedy, the evening's programme contained
the interlude of A Day After the Wedding, and the
laughable farce of Captain Stevens, &c. &c. The
theatre was attended by a numerous and fashionable
corn

pany.

THE MILL OF A'TOLL'S GLEN.
(After Ossian, by Punch.)
Why is the peeper of Atholl closed ? Wherefore
is the eye of Strange surrounded with a ring of
purple ?
It is the print of the Southron knuckle—the fist-
mark of the Cambridge Undergraduate, heavy-handed
bruiser.
Cambridge Undergraduate, bruiser of the heavy
hand, wherefore didst thou darken the eye of
Strange ? Why buagedst thou up the peeper of
Atholl?
The autumn winds were singing the coronach of
the summer in Glen Tilt. A moaning, as of no end
of ghosts, swept through the hollow glen. There,
with the red and brown leaves falling around him,
stood the Chief of Clan Atholl, with a party of ladies
and gentlemen.
Shrowded in the mist of the distance cometh Sandy
Maclarran. With him behold two stranger forms
approaching. Onward they come with the sturdy
tramp of youth ; stout are the cudgels which they
grasp in their nervous fists.
Ho, there, ye that range unbidden the Glen of
Tilt ! Halt, ye wanderers from the land of Cockney !
Stand, ye jumpers of the counter I
We are no jumpers of the counter ; no wanderers
are we from the land of Cockney. We come from
the meadows that are watered by the Cam,—from
the abodes were learning dwelleth in her colleges and
halls. Thither journey we on this beaten track.
And who the deuce art thou that hinderest us?
Ken ye not the Chief of Clan Atholl—the tourist-
baffling Duke, of the impassable glen ?
For the Chief of Atholl's Clan we care not a dump;
the Duke of the impassable glen we value not at a
farthing. We have passed the Asses-bridge, where-
fore should we not cross thy glen ? Chief of Clan
Atholl, get out of the way! Duke of the impassable
glen, stand out of the sunshine I
Fire flashed from the eye of Atholl; wrath blazed
from the countenance of Strange. By the collar he
seized the foremost youth. Back ! Return by the
way thou camest. Back! or, by the beard of my ten
thousand ancestors, ye shall rue the day ! Back, I
say, on your lives, ye.sons of Granta!
Unhand me, Chief of Clan Atholl, or whoever thou
art ! Unhand me, I say, or I will punch thine head.
Thou wilt not ? No ? Here goeth, then ; take that
for thyself!
Together they rushed; the son of Granta aril Chief
of Clan Atholl. Furious was the Chief; and wild, and
aroused was the Undergraduate's monkey. Blow
was exchanged for blow, lunge for lunge, slash for
slash; heavy was the countering, and the knocks re-
sounded. Loud shouted the gentlemen; shrill were
the screams of the ladies.
The Chief was overcome with fury, and hit all
abroad. Wary was the Cantabrigian youth, well
trained on the pleasant banks of the Cam to encounter
in stand-up mill the brawny bargee. Sharp fell the
stinger on the proboscis of Strange ; fast flows d the
claret from the conk of Atholl. One, two, were
planted on the optics of the Chief—darkness swam
before him; then fell a stunner on his ducal frontis-
piece, and he was doubled up by a finisher in the
breadbasket. He staggered—he kll into the arms of
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bagpipes ! Closed is the eye of him who would close
Glen Tilt to the traveller. Contusion sits on the
brow of the Chieftain ; the countenance, of the Duke
beareth marks of punishment

TUE LORD ADVOCATE.---W e understand that his
Lordship is continuing slowly but gradually to improve in
health,—Scotsman,