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

HAYMARKET THEATRE:

A pleasant t o-actcatuedy, adapted from the French.
by Mr. Charles Selby, was produced here last evening,
under the title of The Husband of my Heart. The
scene is laid in Paris, in the time of Louis XV. The
King, it appears, has ordered the Duke de Fronsac
(Mr. Howe) to marry Mademoiselle de Nuailles, an
order with which the Duke is, of course, forced to
comply ; but he t urns his head from his bride during
the whole time they are at the altar, and on the com-
pletion of the ceremony leaves her without once
looking at her. The Duchess (Miss Reynolds) is,
however, sincerely and devotedly attached to. him—
he is, in truth, the husband of her heart, and she de-
termines, if possible, to win his love. With this ob-
ject in view, knowing the Duke's propensity to low
amours, she disguises herself as a market girl, and thus
attracts the attention of the Duke and of a certain
Viscount de Belletulippe (Mr. C. Selby), a coxcomb
companion of the Duke, and who had formerly been
a suitor to the Duchess, but who had been indig-
nantly rejected. The Viscount recognises her in her
disguise, but does not betray her, as he has " an idea"
of getting her into his power. The market girl suc-
ceeds in her design, and so ardent is the love of the
Duke that he actually promises to make her his
Duchess should he succeed in freeing himself from his
hated bonds. An officer of the Bastille arrives to
arrest him, by order of the King, for having deserted
his bride, and now comes the important crisis in
the life and happiness of the Duchess. She must re-
veal the truth ; and, the truth revealed, will the
Duke love the Duchess as ardently as he
has loved the market girl ? The acting of
Miss Reynolds in this trying scene was most graceful,
yet truthful withal and full of pathos, and produced
an immense effect. The Duke does love the Duchess
as he had loved the market girl, and she has secured
the husband of her heart; whilst the Viscount, who
has chosen to make love to Eugenie (Mrs. Fi:zwil-
Ham), a young poissarde, the affianced bride of
Bricche (Mr. Buclrstone), is obliged to compound for
his folly by paying a large sum of money to Madame
Ccquillard (Mrs. Stanley), the mother of Eitgenie,
after having been soundly thrashed by the poissardes
kr his impertinence. The part of the Duchess was
exquisitely acted by Miss Reynolds; there was a deli-
cacy and refinement about her personation of the
character which wra most fascinating. She was well
supported by Mr. Howe, as the Duke ; and Selby, as
the coxcomb Viscount, was most amusingly ridiculous.
Fitzwilliam made the most interesting of pois-
sardes, and sang a new ballad, cornrosed tor her by
Mr. German Reed, with gfeat spirit ; and Buckatone,
as her lover, was the most grotesquely jealous and
infuriated of pastry cooks. All the artistes were called
on at the conclusion, and the comedy was announced
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for repetition every evening with the hearty and
unanimous concurrence of the audience: The theatre
was very well attended.

MISS KELLY'S THEATRE.

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The Western Dramatic Amateurs commenced last
night a second series of private performances at the
abr,ve 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 cf the Western Dramatic Amateurs bad
well studied the characters judiciously allotted to
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-
ci,ion. The principal characters were distributed
with much discrimination, each party appearing in
that bat suited to his or her style of performing and
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 Captuin Stevens, &c. &c. The
theatre was attended by a numerous and fashionable
company.

THE MILL OF ATHOLL'S GLEN.
(After Ossian, by Punch.) •
Why is the peeper of Athol! closed? Wherefore
is am eye of Strange surrounded with a ring cf
purple ?
It is the print of the Southron knuckle—the fist-
mark of the Cambridge Undergraduate, heavy-banded
bruiser.
Cambridge Undergraduate, bruiser of the heavy
hand, wherefore didst thou darken the eye of
Strange ? Why bungedat thou up the peeper of
Athol'?
The autumn winds were singing the corowch 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
Meclarran. Whh him behold two stranger forms
spproaching. 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 I
Stand, ye jumpers of the counter !
We are no jumpers of the counter ; wanderers
are we from the land of Cockney. We come from
the nusidows that are wa'ered 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-
hafillng Duke, of the impassable glen ?
Fur the Chief of Atholi's Clan we care not a dump;
the Duke of the impassable glen we value not at a
farthing. We have passed toe 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 1
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 earnest. 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 and Chief
of Clau 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 flowed 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 fell into the arms of
his faithful henchman—even the arms of Sandy Mae-
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once on the collar of the Sassenach. As many more
grasped the coat. tails of his companion—the Heeland-
men were braw. From before the bruised lice of
their chieftain they drag away the sons of Granta.
Mourn ; fur ecch3 trum,is encircles the ogle of
Strange: lament ; for the visual organ of Atholl is
der ketied. Raise the sound of wail upon a thousand
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
• I beareth maths of punishment !
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T►iE LOUD ADVOCATE.—We understand that his
Lordship is continuing slowly but gradually to improve in
health.—Scotsman.