The Sun. — 1844-04-09 (London, England)

OLYMPIC.  The manager of this theatre has been happy this year in catering for the amusement of his Easter patrons.- Two entirely new pieces bear testimony to his efforts to deserve support, and the unqualified approbation, if not of a crowded, certainly of a delighted audience, may be fairly taken as evidence of the merit of the pieces themselves. The first is of a mixed melodramatic and comic character, and is from the pen of Mr. S. Coyne, a gentlemen already favourably known in the theatrical world. The drama is called The Signal, and its chief plot turns upon the historical incident of the rising of the Tyrol in resistance to the tyrannic rule of Bavaria. The machinery of this political struggle is found in the domestic incidents of one Rezenvelt (Mr. Laws), the widower of a murdered wife, and the father of an only child, of course, a daughter, and the offspring of his buried love. Stung by his own and his country's wrongs, Rezenvelt becomes the leader of the Tyrolese confederacy-, and has for his bosom confidant an Italian, named Michael Bernard (Norman), who is deeply enamoured of Dorothea, Rezenveles daughter, whose hand he hopes to gain. Bernard has neither personal nor patriotic sympathy in the Tyrolean conspiracy, but has joined in it solely with the hope of being united to Dorothea, in reward for his services. As the plot thickens, and the time for the rising approaches, Rezenvelt draws his dagger, and, in presence of his Italian confederate, swears solemnly never again to sheath it till his-own and his country's wrongs are redressed. At sight of the dagger the Italian wildly asks where it was obtained by Rezenvelt, and, in his confusion, acknowledges that he lost it twenty years before on that very spot. Rezenvelt declares that the dagger then in his hand had been drawn by him from his wife's murdered body at the period alluded to, when, having refused the unmanly overtures of a marauding soldier of fortune, he had plunged it, in disappointed passion and revenge, into his victim's bosom. The murderer thus stands confessed before Rkenvelt, who (of course) rushes on him to consummate " the wild justice of revenge ;" but the Italian, too quick for him, commends the dagger to the husband's bosom, in preference to his own, and drives it pretty well into him, but not with such instantly-fatal effect as when practising, some years previously, upon his wife. Bernard now makes for the crag from which the beacon-fire. " the signal" of the revolt, is to be fired, and where he expects to find Dorothea, whose hand is to fire the torch on the arrival of her father and her lover. The Italian determines to seize upon and take her to the first Bavarian post, where, by giving notice of the intended revolt, he hopes, after all, to secure her as his bride, steeped though his hands are in her father's and her mother's blood, and to have honours and riches heaped upon him. On his arrival at the appointed rendezvous he feigns to her that suspicion is rife as to the plot, and that he is commissioned by her father to stay " the signal." Dorothea, who had never liked or trusted him (and who, of course, had another love of her own, and not her father's selection), demands some token from her father that he has really commissioned him (the Italian) on this doubtful errand. He produces the dagger which had previously been so very useful to him, and she fur a moment is pacified, recollecting it well as having for years been carried by her father. But her eye wanders from the well-known handle to the blade, and on it she sees drops of blood, scarce yet dried. A horrible thought is now awakened in her mind, and she turns from her companion with horror and shuddering. She wishes to make for the crag to light " the signal," but the wily Italian detains her. With the true quickness of woman she pretends she has lost her cloak, only a few yards behind, and sends him to discover it. No sooner do his receding footsteps die away upon the ear, than she mounts rapidly the mountain side to gain the beacon. He returns, and seeing her design, rushes rapidly in pursuit of her. At this moment the wounded parent totters in,.and, as the Italian is struggling with his intended , victim, " the dying patriot" (for so the bills call him, and