qtatrto ant Zuoit.
The dulness of the London theatres, as far as anything like the pro- duction of novelty is concerned, has risen this week above the ordinary level. Macbeth, produced in February, is still the attraction at the Princess's ; the Haymarket reposes on its last comedy ; the Adelphi, ignoring the while its old melodramatic system, adheres to a line of busi- ness resembling that which has been thought proper to the Haymarket ; and the Lyceum reverts to the glories of last Christmas. Even the St. James's, where novelty is generally the order of the day, has a slack ap- pearance about it. M. Lafont appears in several of his old stock pieces, and charms us with his perpetual youth, and his undeviating propriety in the assumption of character ; while Mademoiselle Page sheds gentle tears through the somewhat faded dramas of graceful Madame Ancelot. Altogether, a kind of respectable stillness pervades the theatrical atmo- sphere.
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