The Sun.
London, England, 1818-10-20 00:00:00

MISS SITYLIENs.

The enchanting performance of this delightful
Singer continues to afford a rich trear to 04,
musical taste of the Citizens of Cork, of which
they seetu determined to avail themselves.
Ott Thursday the Theatre %vas crowded to
witness the repetition of Miss STEPHENSN
performance of Polly, in The Beggar's Opera.—
e have heard it, said, that this character is her

chef d'aurre —With the recent impression of
Thursday's performance on our minds, tve do not
tee! much difficulty in acceding to the opinion ;
but we conless that we should otherwise scarcely

venture to say in what character, or even in
what style of music, Miss Stephens most
astonishes and delights. Exquisite as was
her execution of the beautiful airs of this
Opera, on the first night of her appearance,
yet, we must say, that on its repetition we were,
if possible, more delighted. In the'simple air,
" Can love be controlled by advice," we do not
think we ever heard Miss Stephens so exquisitely
sweet. There was a simplicity in her expression
of this delightful air, with a plaintive melody in
her cadences., which seemed to come directly Irons
the heart. it was, however, in the admirable
execution of " Cease your funning" that she
seemed fully, to display her unrivalled powers.

Were we, indeed, to venture to pronounce upon
any one air, which mote than the others exhibits
the varied talents of thl4 admirable pertormer, we
should certainly twine her enchanting execution
of this delightful song.
We regretted to find, that upon this evening
Miss Stephens was so badly supported—Mr. Horn,
01 whose talents we have a very. high idea, never
appeared so much out of voice ; and indeed so
mat ked was the difference between this and his
former pet forinauce of ilfacheuth, that We con-
cluded that he must have laboured under indispo-
sition. We do not think we ever heard this Gen-
tleman to more advantage than upon the following
evening, in The Siege of Belgradc.—ln the opening
soog he evinced much executive power, and in the
duet, '' When the hosbm heaves a sigh," he taste-
fully and judiciously seconded the exquisite per-
formance of Miss Stephens. Mr. Horn is un-
questionably an accomplished singerhis judg-
ment is correct) and his science and taste of a very
superior order—his voice, however, wants
,clear-
ness, and sometimes in the executive passages v. e
hiVve to regret, that his vocal powers do not keep
pace with his scientific acquirements.
lit the Aftcrpiece of Brother and Sister, Miss
Stephens, for the first time (we hope not the
last) performed her celebrated " Echo Song."
Until we had heard this air, we confesa we, were
not aware of the full extent of her voice. It was
rapturously encored, and when the enthusiasm of
applause hail subsided, this astonishing performer
seemed to call forth all her powers. The compass
and flexibility of her voice—the playful warb-
liug of her cadences—the clearnrss at the lead-
ing noteS; and the subdued and liquid soft-
ness of tbe responsive lons, with the brilliant
sostenanto on some of the higher notes; produced
an effect which will not be forgo!ten, but which
cannot be described.—lt was not so much the ap-
ptobatioa which, great science and amazing powers
extort from the judgment of the hearer, it was
rather the subjection of the heart, touched by the
magic spell of this musical enchantress.
On Saturday Lore in a Village was repeated.
We shall not enter into any detail of the perform-
since of Miss Stephens io this Opera. In tact,
were we to do so, it would be but a monotonous
repetition of admiration and delight. After the
Opera, there was pioduced, for the first time, the
farce of The Sleeping Draught. This was a farce.
with a vengeance. It had not even the merit of
an appropriate. title, as the extreme absurdity of
the thing kep, the remnant of the audience awake.
The.;Nlanager perhaps imagines (aud indeed we
can scarcely blame him for the idea), that the
excellence of Miss Stephens, like Charity, will
" cover the multitude of his sins ;" but surely it
he detains the audience at all, he may provide
something like entertainment, and pot insult them
by such a farrago of nonsense as The Sleeping
Draught. We do, with all seriouseess, give it as
our opinion, that this piece was written by sonic
merry wag, for the purpose of ascertaining what
degree of absurdity the public would tolerate.—
(From The Cork Mercantile Chronicle)

DARING AND EXTENSIVE ROBBERY..--011Situr-
day‘tuorning, about two o'clock, some villains
broke into the house of Mr, Leftwich, baker, in
Paradise-row; Itotherhithe. They entered through
the bakehouse into the shop, from whence they
stole 41. 15g. in ccipper ; 'they then proceeded up
stairs, broke open the chamber-door of Mr. Left-
wich, and while himself and wife were buried in
sleep, took front under their bed a box, and rifled
it of 250/. in Bank notes. An adjoiniug room,
iu which one of the shopwen slept, next became
the scene of their nocturnal depredations, and
without disturbing the man, who slumbered AS
' soundly as his master and mistress, they unlocked,
a bureau, and took out notes, and 161. in
silver, and made off unmolested with their valua-
ble booty. Two casks of butter and two large
parcels of sugar were set apart,. and packed up in
readiness to be taken away, in the yard ; but it
is conjectured that they were found too bulky tur
conveyance. •