From the great applause with which certain sentiments are received
by London theatrical audiences, a foreigner might conclude that money-making was-the thing held specially in abhorrence by the inhabitants of this metropo- lis. An attack on real gold on the stage is as safe a hit as an attack on forged notes in commercial life. The author of a piece recently brought out at the Princess's, under the title of The Spirit of Gold, has calculated on this fact, and has gained approbation by making a young alchemist learn in a dream what a frightful thing it is to have one's pockets full of cash. Mur- der and imprisonment, and all sorts of horrors, are but the natural con- sequences of possessing the unholy metal. The piece is of the common Coburg sort; but it is brought out with some liberality, and is certainly more stimulating than the insipidities which have so often found favour in Oxford Street.
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