6 SEPTEMBER 1834, Page 3

During the performances at Sadlers Wells Theatre, on Wednesday night,

the audience were thrown into confusion by a report of flee. At the end of the Wood Dimon, after the explosion of a train, the curtain fell. Some of the scenery, made of very light materials, had taken fire. The flames communicated to other parts of the properties ; the reflection of light was plainly perceived by the audience through the curtain, and the alarm of " tire " was soon spread throughout the theatre. The screams of the female part of the audience were terrific ; and several, in their anxiety to escape fell over each other down the gallery-stairs, whilst others fainted away. At length, through the ex- ertions of the persons employed on the stage, the tire was got under; but considerable damage was done to the scenery.

Mr. Thomas Snodgrass, an old gentleman employed at the India House, and residing in Chesterfield Street, May-fair, was knocked down, lust week, by a baker's cart in New Bond Street, as lie was crossing towards Havover Square. He treated the accident jocularly, remarking that " they had got on the blind side of him (Mr. Snodgrass had lost the sight of one eye); but it proved fatal in its consequences —he died in a few days after.

Some of the swell mob lately eased the steward of one of the Gravesend steamers of a silver snuffbox; but, after discussing the matter on board, they agreed to return it to him.

A great number of idle and disorderly persons are in the habit of assembling every evening on the pavement in front of St. Giles's Church, with the ostensible object of waiting to see the ghost which some silly person has reported inhabits the churchyard. The nuisance has lately increased to such an extent, that it is dangerous for a respect- able person to pass after dusk, as they hustle and rob every person who passes. There are sometimes 300 or 400. persons assembled ; and scarcely an evening passes but several robberies take place, and indivi- duals who have occasion to go by are assaulted by the idle ruffians who are waiting about for the purpose.

John Guttride, a private soldier in the Coldstream Regiment of Guards, was drummed out of that corps yesterday morning, in the Wellington Barracks, St. James's Park, for repeated misconduct.