Star.
London, England, 1829-01-17 00:00:00

THEATRICAL RECEIPTS AND SALARIES.

Duting the thirteen years that Mr. H. liars us mamtged
Covet t gal den--. 6 A sum, little shout a I ONE MILLION
pounds stet!ing, was taken at the donut." This is
authentically wasted by Ftedetick Reynolds (wit-, formed
one of the management) in his Life qxd I infes ; and it
appears the salaries were then comparatively
Ktitible (4s actor and Deputy blittnages) receiving
361. Miss O'Neill, 251. M'lus► Stephens, 201. Getargr
Cooke, 201. Mr. Young, 201, Mr. List••n, 201. Messrs.
Mundell, J Johnstone. Junes, Sm. 171. And these saint ies
were paid by the Week, whereas several r I our present
&ars receive 201. 251. 301. and one even 501. by the
Peight ;.so that. under such circumstances, Mr. Harris
hwing averaged ab ut 80,0001. per season, mu-t. b)
Fiederick Reynolds's statement, have considerably bene.
fitted his panne' s and himself, in paying a ff (out of the
profits) a large poi tion of the building debt.

ONE GLASS MORE-A SONG.

Br H. DRANDRETH, Jim.

A hamper for midnight—who says it is morning?
Then All up a bumper, lads, ere yet we part ;
I know there are Cynics our r y. who'd be scorning,
But Cynics trade little at Bacchus's mart.
Then 6U up a ►umper—" The Kum and Goa bless him!"
And long may be yet a fond people reign o'er ;
With gladness and glory for aye to caress him,
" The Kum and GOD bless him !"—So one glass more !
A bumper for daylight—if daylight be peeping
Forth yet 'mid the cloudless of night's parting shroud;—
'Tis Bacchus that's snatching while Venus Is sleeping,

And what after aU is a dream or a cloud!
Then AU op a bumper—it is but our second;
And where Is the toper so soon who'd give o'er ?
Success to our Nobles, log be they so reckon'd ;
The Nobles of England I—Then one glass more!
A bumper for morning—La! there, young Aurora,
Comes forth in the pride of herbeauty and bliss;
A bright ray of glory is no thee. sweet Mora,
Xenia handmaid thy mournaiii.brow greets with a kiss.
. The 611 up a bumper—nor yet be the peasant
Forgot, On ugh he wander the bleak moorland o'er•;
ions Uwe our bold peasantry, Nature's be•t present ;
The Commons of England!—Then one glass more!
"A bumper for midnight, for daylight. for morning—
Coate, 611 up a bumper, lads, cre yet we part ;
1 know there are Cynics our joys who'd he scorning,
But Cynics trade Utile at Baccbus's mart.
• Then AU up a bumper—King, Nobles, and Commons.
And long may our Navy the billows ride o'er ;
And long may our A►my obey llonour's summons:
Then King, Lords, and Commons I—And one glass more !
King's.road, Brighton.

The grass-land at Crene (says Captain Batchev) is
much infested by a datk-coloured cetuiretir,
black, with red (trine and leg• ; we usually found hall
' a dozen of them in taking up the mars in our t. Isis, and
had great difficulty. in killing them. Any past set ich
etianre.t to be separated from the rest of the body would
continue to run abrrut as it nothing had hippened; and
were e reptile even divided into twenty pieces each
pan Would travel about as if in *catch of the others.
without any of them seeming to be the worse. The only
mode by which. we could kill them at once wit h.
clothing the head, which effettually destroyed lige in
every other part instantane-ts I.
A young and dashing &Reeky, of Sramford. :114
we k disported himself in the neigl.bourhood of Wan•-
toed, air. , Ins want of better game. hu..tled a tame duck.
The peck however, dial ki,ig to be dispatch J by a
regular, mounted into the .ir. The sportsman • fired
just as his bird had attained the all etude of a poor boy
who stood bear it. and, lest to tnisate titon the tool in
'the nur•ery rhymes, who u stir t at a pigeon and killed
a CROW," he aimed at the duck and hit the boy. into
whose neck and shouldeis the .hot penetrated. He is,
however, in a lair way of recovery.
Wednesday evening, a young man, baying the ap-
pearance of an arta:need clerk. and carrying a blue
office bag in his hand, called at Mr. Taylor's, a cabinet
maker in Hayden-square, Minrrri.s, and delivered him
a letter, purporting to come from a Mr. Smith. of the
Albany, Piccadilly, lat whom he said he was ~e•ored to
remain foe an answer. After having read the letter,
Mr. Taylor left the ware rooms, for the purpose f le-
, plying to it ;and ors his return. he fowl.' that the roes-
singer had vanished. His absence vetted suspicion;
and on to king about him, Mr. T. found that he did
-not go off empty handed ; and that. as the companion
of hts,juhrog. he bad taken with him fi highly finished
Lady's roseriood boa. • •
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