tOt Eyratrts.
We have again arrived at an almost blank page in the annals of the metropolitan theatres. Were it not for an exceedingly trivial farce, pro- duced at the Strand with the title Caught by the Ears, and only import- ant as the single small ruffle, that prevents a perfect calm, we might fairly say, that there was nothing like novelty either in the present, or in the immediate future. The gorgeous Henry V. is, of course, immovable at the Princess's and will long remain so, if the enterprise of the manager meets with but half the reward it merits. Mr. Tom Taylor's clever comedy The House ? or the Home ? is still the attraction at the Adelphi, where it remains an irrefutable answer to all those grumblers, who pre- tend to believe that a play based on a French original, cannot be made to snit English manners. Mr. F. Robson is even now exciting mingled tears and laughter in the Porter's Knot, and laughter only in Retained for the _Defence, at the Olympic. The Strand prospers with the revived Maid and the Magpie.
In the Eastern suburb, however, there has been considerable excite- ment, in the account of the reappearance of Mr. Phelps, who, newly re- turned from Berlin, made his debat at the Standard last Saturday, in the character of Macbeth. The leading female parts in this and other works are played by the accomplished Miss Glyn, so that the legitimate drama, now shines with unwonted lustre in Shorediteh.
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