The Sun.
London, England, 1816-06-17 00:00:00

have heAttr, ontl Iris ixettalnii ‘lnturaJ and easy. A
hide more ttree was. ; appre-
h4-itst'uat of a prAt apiwaraope, we hare noltnilbt
16weirti lOnt a levy not es,in his compass.. As an
Atlor, this voinktientlentan is aleo very respect-
able I. anti thete is one remark be
well to carry in remembrance through, all the
on this Theatre—that being, °Witted to
have Vocal Performers, it is a most diftcult thing
to procore that accomplishment united even to
tolerable potters in dialogne and action.
- llr. Rus•et., front Edinburgh, us Peter, Made
a famous sails r, and trill, we ve;,:ture to prophecy,
speedily establish itimsell as a favourite here. His
artist; Was appropriate, and II is singing charac-
teristic. Mr. IsAACS, front the Royalty Theatre,
has a tine basi voice, bin is an indifferent actor.

The farce introduced several excellent comic
recruits c►t provincial celebrity, but of whom we
did not see enough to pronounce a very decided
o!►inion. Mr.. WlLKtNsoti, fron► Norwich, dis-
played much humour in Splatterdc►sh ; Mr. CHAT..
TEHLY, from Bath, was nearly as successful in,
Peter Fidget; and Mrs. BROOKE, front _Manchester,
pleased in Fanny..

At the er►d of the Opera an apology was made
for idnie' slight defects in Managing the scenery.
None was required, for the liberality of the au-
dience was not much drawn upon toonake't his
allowance spontaneously ; and, indeed, we were
more surprised at What had been accomplis bed
I ban inclined to dud hiult with these very trivial
imperfections. , .

We have only one Word ttiore., to add : all the
avenues, -entrances, staircases, &c. belonging to
the Theatre, are correettient and capacious and
for this, as well as for the re St of his labours, Mr.
ARNOLD is most justly entitled to encouragement
land support trout a puhlic not iloW to discern and
reward Merit.

ADDRESS, SPOKEN BY MISS KELLY, ON OPENING
THE NEW ENGLISH OPERA-HOUSE, SATURDAY,
JyINE 15.
Well I here I am at last !—and what's as-true,
Nor less surprising--here--at last, are pa.
Though we du meet, too soon,' I fear, to part,
Yet welcome! kindly welcome !—from my heart !

Our.humble Edifice triumphant rose
In spite of threatening flame's and Patent Foes !
The Foes who'd stint your pleasures—hut in vain,
To Covent-Garden and to Drury-Lane.
Who kindly wisk to prove, as it appears,
Monopolizers of your smiles and icirs !
Who love you all so dearly, that they swear
You shall go no where—if you don't go there.
Pray how d'ye like our House? Is't snug and easy ?
Upon my life, we've done our best to please ye Z.
You alt can hear and see, I hope—Yes—all !
Those are rare virtnes of a noose that's small !
For 41101, are ,dctors ever hound to pray.
Where you can see the Strt4re and law the Play.
Where you with ease can flunk our real faces,
Without the aid of Glasses, or Grimaces!
And each inflexion of the voice is beard,
Your ears preserved ; and our poor,lungs are spared I

To thnt small stage which here our steps would press,
Full n►any an Actor owes his first success ;
Your cherish'd favourites n►aw on wider stages,
Here grew beneath your smiles,--their noblest Wages!
t %tend those smileaj which rear such valued fruits,
To cheer the labours of. our new Recruits
Support the timid, who from dread may waver,
And rouse their talents, by your generous favour.
So may their zeal repay the Wuon we crave,
And-learn to merit what your kindness gave.

Ye Gucls ! who reign aboie in illstunt wonder—
For GOdi we know you, by your dreadful thunder
Nit always dreadful tho'—tho' loud—because
Here I tinit blest your Mulder., of Applause 1
Ye Boxes 1 say, are you well cramed (to the Pit) and You?
Pray sir, *it close—theri's room euQugli for two !

• "The man who•haii,not music in himself,
" Is fit for"—nothing good, a peevish elf ! •
So SuaKSPEARS says—and adds, pray Critics note hit%
(`art must not art him here, but we may vote
" Let no such man be trusted"—such we fear—
So those that don't lore music—don't come here.

Is there a spot through all the varied earth,
Where Nature triumphs in a human birth,
But yields to music undisputed sway,
And owns the magic of her hearen-born lay!
'Thine! Music thine ! to strike with posvirfnl art
Responsive chords on every feeling heart!
To lift the soul on meek devotion's prayer,
To solace sorrow, and to snathe despair !
From lisping infancy to life's decline,
In every age, or state, the art divine
Still claims o'er Man, its soft, yet strong controul,
And sways, at will, each passion of the soul !
Who has not marled the Infant's playful smile,
While some fond Mother's Song its pains twgoile ?
Its *Tit! which struggles still to wake, and Bear
'rise sounds which lull its pangs and charm its car e
Who has not mark'd that still reluctant eye,
~
Clued by the Mother's plaintive,billahy ?

The rudest savage of the rudest clime,
In some wild measure, and discordant rhyme,
Provokes the mad'iting dance, or warrior throng,
And rules man's passions by the charm of Song.
The lowliest peasant who prepares the soil,
With cheerful ditty, half beguiles his toil
And labour done, around his evening blare,
Recounts, in Song, the deeds of former days...-.
So on the deck, the sturdy seaman takes
His patient watch, and spite of nature, wakes,
And as the darkling waves around hiM swell,
The Helmsman channts the cheering sound, i All's Well !'
Rut now a nobler subject we disclose—.
Behold what Misery to Music owes !
This Isle, so fain'd whereer our NVarriors roam,
Is scares less fatted for Charities at home.
Of all its noblest mansions--those the chief,
Where Age, and Want, and Sickness, find relief.
Where youth is snatched from crime—the hungry fed,
And Vice itself is hark to Virtue
Of these--the proudest acts, by man displapl.
How few, but draw their funds from Musie s aid ?
Thus Mask, " Heavenly Maid !" alike hestows
Joy in our Claduess—Comfort in mu Woet!
'To her, then, is this modest Temple doe
Worthy of Hers .1.1 but approved by You!