but FREDERIC POPPLETON was wretched. PINCROFT vulgar; but still it passed and the most of the others nearly as bad, off altogether much better than we expected. There were a great number of private players among the audience, particularly in the pit and gallery. SATURDAY, 9th FEBRUARY. MACBETH.-WHO'S WHO ! On this evening, a company of bakers, most of them very raw and inexperienced lads, attempted to perform this difficult drama. The horror of the original was entirely done away, by the superior talents of these younkers, who had the ability to make a very good comedy out of Shakespear's bloody tragedy. As we would ather laugh than cry, we felt ourselves truly grateful for the transformation. Mr. Simpson was respectable in Macbeth, and Mr. Pratt sometimes decent in Macduff; we always give credit to those who study their parts, and really exert themselves, however short they may fall, even of mediocrity; because the bulk of of these stage-struck heroes, after inviting their friends to see them, neither learn their parts, nor make any effort to appear what human animals ought to appear in such situations. Though we can by no means commend Miss Phillips for undertaking so arduous a part as Lady Macbeth; we will give her the praise of having taken some pains, and used more exertion than young ladies in general, who, whether to please themselves, or their male friends, venture on the Thespian boards. The murderers were such ill-looking men, that Banquo would not come forward to be killed by them, and the curtain was obliged to be dropped. We did not stop to see the afterpiece.. FRANCIS STREET, NEWINGTON. MONDAY, 4th FEBRUARY. WHO WANTS A GUINEA.-RAISING THE WIND. The performances were in every respect so discreditable, that we shall not take the trouble of visiting them again. RAWSTORNE STREET. TUESDAY, 5th FEBRUARY. HEIR AT LAW.-FALLS OF CLYDE. The entertainments this evening were in a style much better than usual, and the audience pretty respectable. The only cha racter which needs peculiar notice is Malcolm, the Chief of the Gypsies, in the afterpiece, who gave several excellent imitations of the howl of a hungry wolf. The scenery at this theatre is managed very well. ANOTHER PRIVATE THEATRICAL CONSPIRACY. To the Editor of the Rambler's Magazine. SIR,-Having been noticed in your critique on Pizarro, at the Minor Theatre, on the 4th of October last, perhaps more favourably than some of my fellow performers, suspicion has attached to me as being either connected with, or the author of the Private Theatrical part of your Magazine. There are very strong threats held out, should the party be discovered from whom you obtain that kind of information, that summary vengeance-not justice-will be inflicted on him by the Gentlemen who have entered into a league for that purpose. The last and most daring scheme to punish the offender, should he unfortunately happen to be a private performer, and if he is in service like themselves, is this:-they intend to inclose the publication, with copious, and, no doubt, liberal remarks on the private character of the marked individual, to his employer, stating that he squanders away his money at playhouses, and neglects his business. In consequence of the suspicion I have before alluded to, falling on me, and, I believe, some others; the latter part of the scheme of these honest Gentlemen may be attempted to be carried into effect. Now, Sir, I shall feel obliged by your stating this: Should any step of this description be taken by any of the beforementioned parties, or should they in a disgraceful and underhand way, say any thing to my discredit, or insinuate that I have a hand in furnishing you with what they are pleased to term abusive articles, I shall immediately forward to you, an alphabetical list of nearly 200 private performers, with their real, as well as assumed, names, their occupations and addresses, as well as those of their employers, for insertion. Relying on you for justice, I remain, yours, &c. 13th February, 1822. STEWART. 1 131 List of Odd Fellows' Lodges. Continued from page 48. MONDAY EVENING.-Three Colts, London Wall. West Smithfield. Anecdotes, Bon Mots, Jeur d'Esprits, &c. LADY HOWE.-(MUSING.) Yes, I long for the lips Of that dear Mr. Phipps, The great occulist, to whom I must bow; He has charmed BOTH my eyes, Would to Heavens he had not known HowE! But now 'tis too late, He has settled my fate, Of all others, 'tis him I adore; So by him I'll be kist, For I cannot resist, He shall couch me, and then I'll see more. HONEY-MOON COMPLIMENTS. "I act the wife right well," said Sue, 66 "And arn't you, hubby, glad you've caught me," Said hub, "but d-n the dog that taught you!" One Sir Samuel Hood, who died commander-in-chief on the East India station, was a very brave seaman—and nothing more. day going into battle, his first lieutenant presumed to advise himas to the manner of conducting his ship." Sir," said Hood, in a great passion, "keep your opinions to yourself 'till I am killed, and then, if I want your advice, I'll ask for it." OLD BAGS AND Old Blubber.—At a late squeeze înto a fashionable party, an illustrious civilian, who is generally called, in allusion to his wealth, "Old Bags," was boring his way forward, when a general stop took place, and the weighty man of law placed his nether end upon the broad bosom of the Marchioness of Cunning-game, who had squatted on a form, in order to avoid an upset: "Dam'me, exclaimed Lord F, see where Bags has seated himself." "No wonder," replied a Phillippic wit, "his ideas are always in court, and he has only mistaken a bale of Welch flannel for a woolsack. A MAID'S SOLILOQUY IN HER Bed-ChambeR.-It must be soNature, all bounteous nature, has made nought in vain-All, all has its use, from the lofty elephant to the minutest reptile; Providence has assigned each its lot, and they all spread and multiply-it is a debt we owe ourselves, a debt we owe posterity.Avaunt, ye monkish whims of celibacy, reason knows them not. These breasts do not heave but to create desires-these eyes were formed to languish, fondly languish; and sure these lips intreat a thousand kisses. Now I view my form in that glass without disguise, dismantled of all drapery, I see a variety of solicitations for bliss-and I feel still more numerous desires, that strongly, unconquerably, plead for gratification. Man, thou first and greatest being on this earth, who governeth worlds, and givest laws to all creation, to thee I humbly submit; yield these charms to please and be pleased-Take me, dear man, to your arms, and ravish, if thou wilt, each childish coyness, each female fear; in my heart thou wilt find a strong; a sure protector. Let prudes and formal old maids preach up discretion, till their wrinkles are as numerous as their caprices: I envy them not-let them chew the cud of age and ugliness, preach up virtues necessity compels them to adopt, and lead apes in hell for their felicity-Nature shall be my guide-seventeen summers have now almost rolled away, and bespeak me woman, ripe for love, and strongly prone to all that is amourous-the very thought thrills through my veins, and works me up to frenzy-Come then, my dear Strephon, hasten to my arms, and let us die to live again in raptures-He comes, he comes, the hero comes; I hear his well known feet, Sure the lovely charmer's near. A WINNING APPEARANCE. "In our fantastic climes the fair, "Now turn we to the farthest east, "Westward far the Indian fair, "We simple toasters take delight Convict on statute, Iv'ry teeth." A famous French author and philosopher, has said, that if a toad was appealed to on the subject of beauty, the answer would be in favor of toads. Without entering into a discussion on this point, it must be admitted, that there is but one thing on which mankind accord less, than on that of beauty, and this is on the most attractive manner of decorating the charms, with which, they conceived, nature has endowed them. Every human being seems to have a different opinion on this matter, generalized only by national prejudice: a perfect illustration of this, occurred some time since, in what is vulgarly called, Cobbler's Chancery, alias, the court of conscience. The plaintiff, a Frizzeur, called upon the defendant," an elderly gentleman," to shew cause, why he refused to pay for a jasey, or wig, manufactured and delivered to Ram. Mag.-No. III. M |