Star.
London, England, 1820-11-01 00:00:00

THE FALUNG LEAF.

The leaf that falls from yonder tree,
Full oft brings back the joys to me
Of Summer, deck'd in beauty's prides
When Eden bloom'd on every side !
But, ah! those 114:py hours have flown,
And, like the beams of raise renown,
With many a heart once full of glee,
Are as the leaves from yonder true !
There was a time when .I was blest,
And of full many a friend possest
But blest with these may others be,

Mine went like leaves from yondcrtree !
Talk not what forlwtes aid can do,
That light that shines and mocks us too ;
The happiest hour will be to me,
When like the leaf from yonder tree !

October, 1820.

MARY.

DRURY-LANE THEATRE.

One of the largest and most fashionable audiences
that has been witnessed for a long time, attended this
Theatre last night, for the Benefit of the Widow and
Family of the late Mr. RAE. At seven o'clock there
was not standing room even in the mosttnfrequented
parts of the Theatre, and very many were obliged to
go away, not being able to procure accommodation.
The professional merits and private character of this
Gentleman have been thus most honourably remem-
bered, and to his family this tribute of public esteem
must prove no trifling consolation for their misfor-
tune. SHERIDAN'S admirable Comedy of The Rivals
was performed in an unequalled style by the comic,
strength of, the rival Theatres. The names of Mr.
C. KEMBLE, who acted Falkland, of Mrs. DAVRW
pour, and Mrs. DAVISON, united with those of Elo'
LISTON, Dowron, and several other eminent mem-
bers of their company, are sufficient security that
any eulogy upon the entertainments cannot be un-
deserved. Mrs. WEST spoke the following Address,
in a manner that obtained the loudest expressions of
approbation:

When o'er the untimely grave where merit sleeps,
Affection droops, and kindred sorrow weeps;
When near that Dome his voice was wont to cheer,
Or claim for mimic woe the starting tear ;
Voiceless he lies, ner hears nor heeds the sigh
Ilreath'd to his fate by gen'rous sympathy ;
What best may soothe the widow'd mourner's grief?
Whence shall the anlieos mother hope relief
Whence, hut from yee—the Patrons of his fame,

His earlaest,' latest friends—in ewe than name--
Whose smiles e'en now a genial influence shed--
(Sa shows the ilow'ret from the grave's low bed)—
ifope to the liviag, honour to the dead
How often, sum, the plausive hand and eye
Have haird the mingled grace, and energy
That mark'd his efforts in the injur'd Thane—
The Red Rose-Chief—the melancholy Dane—
The Ifisselstax Lover—Edgar too—but hold—
Pardon Cordelids tears—" Poor Tom's a' cold."
Yes! he is gone—but shall his memory fade
From the " mind's eye," as flits the rapid shade
Of the light cloud on Summer's gale that flies?
And shall his tomb but tell us—" Here he lies?"
No—let his virtues and his fame survive—
In the remembrance of your bounties live.
Thus in the day's beam the liquid amber shines,
So gilds, and so preserves, the object it enshrines!

Who most his merits and his loss shall know
In het cbill'd heart, yet feels the grateful glow
To you, ye Fair, whom rank and beauty crown,
And Charity bath K mark'd you for her own"—
Whose gentle bosoms throb for others' woe,
Whose smile endears the largess you bestow :
To lou, whose wealth, and power, and manly sense,
Court the mild lustre of Beneficence :
To ALL, her heartfelt thanks she bids me pay,
Whose bounteous hands have smooth'd life's rugged way—
From her pale brow effac'd the lines of care,
And bid fair Comfort smile, so late where gloom'd Despair !
So, when the iron grasp of Fate may tear
Forth from your arms and heart what most is dear,
Popeless from earth you raise your eyes to Heaven.
Yourselves may prove the solace you have given!
A series of Vocal and Instrumental Music Suc-
ceeded, in which Mr. BRAMAN!, Miss CAREW, Signor
AMBROGETTI, Mr. T. Cams, and Miss POVEY, com-
bined their exquisite skill, and drew down repeated
applauses. The whole passed off to the abundant
satisfaction of the audience.