THE THEATRES.
As usual after Christmas, the managers are reposing on their panto- mimes, and there has been little to notice in the theatrical world. At Drury Lane, M. Jullien has brought out a third opera—an English version of Linda di Chamouni—with an almost entirely new set of per- formers. It was a feeble affair. None of the debutante gave even a pro- raise of excellence, except Mr. Greig, a pupil of Standigl; who, with a good bass voice, has acquired some of his instructor's pure vocalization and distinct and emphatic delivery. Miss Miran was eminently success- ful in her representation of the warm-hearted boy, Pierotto; and her fine contralto tones reminded us of Brambilla. M. Jullien seems to have en- cumbered himself with a superfluity of singers, who swell the expense of his establishment while they impair the quality of his performances. At the St. James's, M. Bocage has rendered endurable, by his fine acting, a very stupid piece called Jarvis Marmite Somme. The principal Character is a London merchant of the time of James the Second; who, who having been released from the Tower on his parole, and having caused the Lieutenant to be executed by breaking his promise, goes mad from a rigid sense of honour. A short vaudeville, called La Veuve de Quinze Ana, gives a small part to Mademoiselle Lagier, not half so striking as the Romp in Use Fille Terrible. The clever drama Echec et Mat has been re- peated; and a new "grand play" called Diogke is announced for the coming week.
A new play was to have been produced on Monday last at the Hay- market, and Mr. and Mrs. Charles Kean were to have made their first ap- pearance in it; but the influenza, the present foe to the drama, attacked Mrs. Charles Kean, and the play is accordingly postponed to Monday next.
A little old piece by Bickerstaff, called The Sultan, has had its title made feminine, and has been acted as The Sultana, at the Princess's; where the heroine—the arch capricious Roxalana of Marmontel—furnishes an effective character for Madame Thillon.
Mr. G. V. Brooke has continued an object of attraction from the night of his debfit: he draws eager crowds to the Olympic; and stirs the bile of those with whom it is a point of principle that there shall be only one tragedian in the world.
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