ht Chaim.
A very trifling farce, called Too Much of a Good Thing, which was brought out at the Lyceum on Thursday, is the only ripple that disturbs the theatrical calm of the closing week. A gentleman, growing tired of his wife's excessive fondness, devises stratagems to elude her affectionate vigilance; but his stratagems are discovered, and turned against himself. Turned tables are always popular, and we have no doubt the audience are more pleased to see the roving husband caught in his own trap, than they are satisfied with the professed moral of the piece, which is to the effect that too much fondness on the part of a wifo is injudicious. For this mite we are doubtless indebted to our neighbours across the Channel, who have an instinctive propensity to regard excess of love in the mar- riage state as a most inconvenient intrusion.
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