THE THEATRES.
ANOTHER new burletta, of the better sort, has been brought out at the Adelphi this week, with the almost unvarying success that attends the productions of this popular little theatre. The Guide of the Tyrol is from the pen of Mrs. S. C. HALL; and though written in a style better suited to the pages of an Annual than the stage, it is more powerfully wrought up than any of her previous dramatic essays. The main interest consists in the struggles of conscience and agonizing remorse of Fritz Kellman, "the Guide of the Tyrol ;" who is tempted by jealousy, and the diabolical promptings of an interested villain, to betray to destruc- tion a traveller whom he had engaged to conduct up the Passaya Moun- taM. The motives to the crime are not sufficient for sympathy ; the incidents are improbable, as well as slight ; and the attempt to strengthen the piece by connecting with the plot the fate of Hofer, is, critically, injudicious. Rarely, however, have we witnessed more touching scenes on the stage than the little drama that constitutes the first act. Hofer is awaiting his doom, and is visited in prison by his daughter and an old friend ; the hearts of the little party are cheered by a gleam of hope; • it is but of momentary duration—the death- volley presently sounds the knell of the patriot. The audience are kept in thrilling suspense. The simple pathos of the scene owes much to Mr. and Mrs. YATES and 0. Salmi. MTS. YATES has little to do afterwards ; the principal business in the second and third acts devolving on LYON as Fritz, and 0. SMITH as his white-haired father. The last scene, where Fritz, having left the traveller to perish, rushes in distracted with horror, and cowers with shame beneath the indignant reproaches of his old father, is highly exciting. LYON, however, is too uniformly loud and vehement ; and his guttural ravings impair the effect of his otherwise clever performance. 0. SMITH, on the contrary, though his voice is almost unmanageable, is impressive from his plain and sober earnestness.
The scenery is beautiful ; and the last scene, where old Kellman is seen climbing the mountain, the snow-capped summits of which are ever and anon shown by livid flashes of lightning, is one of those triumphs over confined space that YATES is famous for achieving. The avalanche, on the first night, descended rather awkwardly ; but by this time, we doubt not, the facilis descensus is satisfactorily accom- plished, and the chaotic canvas rolls down with dignified progression. On the same evening was enacted a most ludicrous extravaganza, called The Moyor and Me Monkey; the excessive and side-shaking ab• surdity of which surpasses even the most latitudinarian bounds of stage licence. Signor Hstivio NANO performs his usual monkey tricks, with the heightening zest of a rival of his simious character in the person of a love-stricken Mayor. The success of his worship's personation is, rather unpleasantly, rewarded by his being mistaken for the real monkey ; and the comical predicaments into which the two quadrumanous Dromios fall, by each being mistaken for the other, causes such unbounded merriment, that it is impossible to cavil at the means when the end is so completely answered.
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