COVENT GARDEN THEATRE.
THE new farce, A Nabob for an Hour, performed on Thursday, met with corn-
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plete success. It is in Poote's happiest style, and excited abundance of laughter. BARTLEY, as the sham Nabob, played with spirit; but the fun did not depend upon the actors merely; though KEELEY as a Postillion, who flogs his- horses out of pure good fellowship, and his wife, as the Lady's-maid, contributed greatly to the amusement. The dialogue is pleasant and lively, and contains some smart touches of satire.
That capital scene in My First Campaign, of the resistance of a garrison of three persons in a mill, to a large body of troops, has been dressed up as a sepa- rate entertainment, called The Mill of TVyndyhe, for the purpose of bringing LAPOP.TF: before the audience in an English play. The incident is well managed,. and his acting is excellent. An opera by A WIER, entitled The Coiners, or the Soldier's Oath, was brought out at Covent Garden to-night. The plot and the verses are exceed- ingly poor, and the music is but so-so. One trio was pleasing, and there were a few pretty passages scattered here and there.
The KEANS, father and son, appear together at Covent Garden on Monday, as Othello and /ago.
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