30 SEPTEMBER 1837, Page 8

Next week we shall have more space as well as

leisure to spare for an account of the doings at the Minors, as well as at Covent Garden : though we shall probably find room for a few lines about MACREADY'S stage reforms in our latest edition.

The usual characteristics of an opening night—a great crowd, greet. ings of new faces, and welcomes of old favourites, and " God save the Queen "—it is no impeachment of one's loyalty to say we had nearly written "King "—were doubtless common to the three theatres. As we could not be in all at once, we were content with seeing POWER at the Adelphi, in LOVER'S dramatic version of his own novel Rory ()Wore: and three hours' hearty laughter, with very short intermissions of breathing-time, is quite enough to content any reasonable person. POWER et as as warmly welcomed as if his brogue had never been heard or his smile seen since he was on the Adelphi boards befbre,—where, as he reminded the audience, he first made his appearance in London. Of the piece 'tis enough to say, that Rory has a sweetheart and a dark rival,—most effectively personated by Mrs. YATES and 0. SMITH ; and, after delivering her and himself from a variety of dangers, in which his shillelagh performs more wonders than Harlequin's bat, the villain is " kilt entirely," and Rory is happy. The scenery, by PITT, is extremely picturesque ; and there is an inundation, which alone would suffice to overflow the pit. YATES as a French smuggler, and SANDERS as an old miser, are capital ; and a fair debutante, Miss Aortas Taysota—a pretty girl, with a pleasing voice arid manner,— sang two ballads with great applause ; which she would have deserved better had she omitted certain superfluous flourishes. Instead of awaiting the opening of The Pocket-Book, though the list of its contents excited our curiosity a little, we peeped in at the Olympic ; where, from behind a crowd of beads, we heard exclama- tions of " Juliana"—" Sebastian".--and Mrs. KEELEY saying in a very mysterious manner, three times, "I am and I am not ;" and her droll little husband in an agony of terror and helplessness. And when we got out, we found the audience had been solicited by A Nero Servant,— whose character seemed but indifferent; and that they were next to be offered Advice Gratis,—which we venture to say was better received than this commodity commonly is, especially as FARREN was to offer it.

St. James's was rather too far afield for even a look in.