The success of The Tempest at Covent Garden, has set
on the Drury Lane manager to " raise the wind ;" and a very potent Spirit (I Air he has invoked, in the shape of WIF.LAND ; Wil0 personates the North Wind, and flies even better than Miss P. Hoa.ros:. WIELAND'S antics are diverting enough, but the invention of the ballet-master is not prolific of coups de vent ; and when Boreas has blown a few vil- lagers off their legs, and an old woman's cap from her head, and set folks shivering, the fun is at an end,—though we must not forget a good scene where be imbibes some celestial liquor, "cold, without," that is transmitted in twiggen bottles from the skies very cleverly. The scenery is splendid, the music lively, the daneara numerous ; arid Hertauxie ELSLER, PROCIIE GIEBILEI, and Mr. GILBERT exert themselves to their utmost : but, notwithstanding the piece is unen- cumbered with dialogue, it is too dull to interest. To begin an even- ing's entertainment with a ballet, is like commencing a feast with a "trifle." The clacqueurs worked away like cherry-clappers, to the great commotion of the upper boxes : they were led by a discreet fugel- man, and when "the umbrella broke out afresh," their unanimity and enthusiasm were quite amusing to witness—but for the noise.
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