Jullien has again opened Old Drury, under better auspices than
when he commenced his ill-starred operatic undertaking this time twelvemonth. He has resumed his promenade concerts; once more placed himself at the head of his monster band, and taken the field with more energy than ever. His indomitable spirit and honourable conduct have gained the good-will of tile English public. When he opened his doors last night, the theatre was instantly filled by perhaps the greatest multitude ever assembled with- in its walls; and his performances—consisting as usual of quadrilles and polkas, orchestral overtures, arrangements from operas, and instrumental solos—were applauded to the echo. The National Anthem was thundered by five of the finest military bands in London—those of the different regi- ments of Guards—in combination with his own immense orchestra: it excited an almost frantic exhibition of loyal and patriotic: excitement, which had nearly ended in a riot.
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