FIRST APPEARANCE OF DR. BUSBY, AND SECOND APPEARANCE OF MR. GEORGE FREDERIC BUSBY.

Immediately on the conclusion of the Comedy, Dr. Busby, who was in the first seat of the third tier of boxes, presented himself to the audience, and bowing respectfully to all parts of the house, attempted to address them. For some minutes, however, the tumult was so great of friends and foes, hisses and plaudits, that not a single sentence could be heard. As soon as any thing like silence could be obtained, the Doctor proceeded thus:

"I am Doctor Busby, a lover, a member, of the Drama, and a friend to the Theatre-(Loud cheering, hisses, and hear him!) Ladies and Gentlemen, by some I may be blamed for taking this method of addressing you, as being humiliating to a Gentleman; but I can see no greater impropriety in speaking from the public box of a public theatre, than from a forum, or from the hustings at an election.-(Loud cheering, with some disapprobation.)-Ladies and Gentlemen-for the talents and qualifications of the Right Hon. Noble and illustrious Lord, who wrote the Address which you have heard this night recited to you, I have the highest respect — (Applause and hisses.)—It is well known, that for several weeks, the Committee, appointed to manage the concerns of this Theatre, have, by public advertisement, courted the exertions of the literary world, to prepare an Address to be spoken at the opening of the truly magnificent structure. This was on their part noble and praiseworthy, but it must be allowed on all hands that, however right they have been in intention, they have most lamentably erred in judgment—" (Here the noise and tumult was so great, that the Doctor for some minutes could not proceed.)

The number of persons who condescended to furnish addresses, he believed, had exceeded one hundred, and those who thought that out of such a number a better could not have been selected, did not think so highly of the poetical talent of the country as he did. Among them it must be believed that some were very fine. He himself knew of four or five of that description.-(Cries of Your own and your son's were among them.")

The bell now rung for the first music, and the voice of the speaker was lost in the sounds which came from the orchestra. When the music ceased, he again attempted to address the house. The curtain, however, at this moment rose for the Farce. Mr. Horn entered, but was obliged, by the voice of the audience, to retire. After a short pause, he again came on with Mr. Knight, and attempted to commence the performance, but the cries of "Off, off," were so loud, that it was impossible for

them to go on. Both left the stage, and Mr. Raymond made his appearance. Silence being obtained, he addressed the audience in these words:

"Ladies and Gentlemen,-Is it your wish that we should ceed with the Farce?"

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The audience seemed generally to signify a wish that the performance should go on, and Mr. Raymond bowed and retired. The Farce recommenced, but the tumult continued so high, that for some time nothing could be heard.* It subsided towards the close of the first scene, and went on without interruption. D. Busby resumed his seat, having been desired by several persons to defer what he had to say till the entertainment was over. At the end of the first act the Doctor rose again, but had not time to speak before the second commenced. The performance over, he once more presented himself.

"I have a strong, a powerful motive," says he, "for requesting your attention. I am a friend to this Theatre. I wish to open the way to superexcellence, to bring forward strong and powerful talent instead of letting it sink into oblivion. Gentlemen, I am a friend to merit, and more especially to modest merit. My son is now in the house with an Address which I had prepared for the opening of this Theatre, and nothing would be a greater pride and satisfaction to me than that he should be allowed by the Managers to rehearse it on the stage, if you will give him leave."

This was immediately acceded to with loud and reiterated" bursts of applause. At this happy moment, however, when all seemed to favour the Doctor's wishes, he was rudely seized by two Bow-street Officers, who rudely dragged him out of the box, and forced him towards the saloon. The scene of interest was now changed, and the lobbies became in a moment scarcely passable from the crowd who poured out of the body of the house. Doctor Busby, who seemed to be under the protection of Minerva as well as of Apollo, took advantage of this incident with uncommon presence of mind; and instantly commenced a

* During the course of the first act of Turn Out, which was the Farce, Mr. Dowton took occasion to give a bye-blow to the discomfited Doctor. He asserted, as one of the complaints against a misjudging world," which had rejected many of his works of genius, that he had sent twenty most noble Addresses for Drury Lane Theatre, none of which had been accepted by the Committee. He was, therefore, determined to go to the Play-house himself, and recite them." This allusion was received with unbounded approbation. In consequence of the derogatory exclusion which had been threatened to Dr. Busby, the following verse of Knight's song was also loudly cheered. Poor Poets must often turn out, turn out,

Poor Poets must often turn out;

And though often they wait,

Expecting their fate,

They discover too late,

Like the rest, they must quickly turn out, turn out,

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battle which lasted toughly on both sides, till the combatants now swelled to the amount of the whole audience. He was, however, forced along to the great stairs, and was in the very crisis of fate and Bow-street, when he made another effort for victory, by making a lodgment on the steps. The gravity which might have been prejudicial to the poet was the most fortunate thing possible for the pugilist; and sitting on the steps, not all the force of all the Bow-street officers could shake him. So much fortitude was not be abandoned; the spirit of the audience was moved within them,-the officers were kicked ignominiously to the foot of the stairs,-the Doctor borne triumphantly through the corridors, and reinstated in the boxes in all the pride of victory. He there recommenced the interrupted speech, and informed the house, that

"Considering himself now the champion of their rights, and also as much a freeman as he was a conqueror, he should give them the opportunity of hearing sUCH A MONOLOGUE AS THEY SELDOM HEARD (Cries of Bravo-The Prologue-Go on, Doctor.) He acknowledged their kind partiality with more than common gratitude, for more than common compliment to his Muse; but he must now mention, that if they were as sincere as he was in their desire to hear his verses, they must hear them from his son, who had been all this while stationed in the pit with the monologue by heart, that they might have the power of judging for themselves. It was, however, necessary that they should secure him from being hustled off, in the performance of this his duty to the public."

After this speech, which was almost unintelligible from hisses and plaudits, Mr. Busby, jun. prepared to mount the stage. At the same moment Mr. Raymond came out, and seemed proposing to address the house, when finding its sense determined, he retired, saying, as we understood, that the reciter should not be interrupted. Mr. Busby then began, and if the distinctness of his elocution had been equal to the energy of his gesture, Lord Byron must have "hid his diminished head;" but, by peculiar ill fortune, with the exception of the few first lines, in consequence of the uproar, and the weakness of the voice of the reciter, we were left to our bare imaginations.

The audience listened, but the reciter was still inaudible; he continued the recitation for some time, when he was stopped by the following address from a person in the boxes:

“MR. BUSBY,—I would advise you to go home, if you cannot make use of a stronger voice. You ought not to presume to get on that stage to detain the company, if you cannot speak so that we may distinctly hear; and I must tell you, that not a

word of what you say can be understood here from the smallness of your voice, however elegant and large your ideas may be."

Mr. Busby requested a hearing, and proceeded for some time longer. Frequent interruptions, however, marred all his efforts, and without reaching the conclusion of his Address, he may be, said to have ended as he began.

We subjoin a few of the introductory lines of the good Doctor's monologue, as a faithful specimen of the whole.

WHEN energizing objects men pursue,
What are the prodigies they cannot do?
A magic edifice you here survey,
Shot from the ruins of the other day!

As Harlequin had smote the slumberous heap:
And bade the rubbage to a fabric leap.
Yet at the speed you'd never be amazed,

Knew you the zeal with which the pile was rais'd:
Nor ever here your smiles would be represt,
Knew you the rival flame that fires our breast.
Flame! fire and flame! sad, heart-appalling sounds,
Dread metaphors, that ope our healing wounds-
A sleeping pang awake-and-But away
With all reflections that would cloud the day
That this triumphant, brilliant prospect brings;
Where Hope, reviving re-expands her wings;

Where generous joy exults-where duteous ardour springs.

ANECDOTES OF BONAPARTE AND THE EMPRESS MARIA
LOUISA-BY GENERAL SARRAZIN.

[From La Belle Assemblée.]

The Empress Maria Louisa, on her arrival at Compiegne, was very much astonished to find in her apartments the very same furniture as in those she occupied at Vienna. Berthier had got all packed up and sent by post-carriages. He was present when Maria Louisa was so agreeably surprised, and received her thanks for that attention. He immediately replied, that he had only executed the Emperor's orders. "I supposed so, Sir," said her majesty to him, "but I ought to thank you for your zeal, in so well fulfilling the smallest intentions of my husband." Berthier had carried the gallantry of Bonaparte so far as to send 'off many animals, amongst which was a canary, which sung delightfully, and to which Maria Louisa was very partial.

When Bonaparte was alone for the first time with his young wife, we may well imagine he made her the strongest protestations, as is the custom of all newly married men. He said amongst many other fashionable sentiments, that he should esteem himself the happiest of men, if, by his attentions to prevent her smallest wishes, he should succeed in rendering him

self worthy of her love. Maria Louisa answered, that that would not be very difficult, since she had loved him before she knew him. Bonaparte, notwithstanding the suavity with which that assurance must have filled his heart, appeared incredulous, and told her, "I thank you for the flattering compliment you have the goodness to make me, and I beg you to believe, I shall neglect nothing to deserve it."-"I tell you only what I really think," replied Maria Louisa. "I am of a family in which the love of glory is hereditary, and you have acquired so much of it, that my avowal ought not to be suspected." We are assured, that at these words, Bonaparte could no longer conceal his feelings, that he threw himself at the knees of the Empress, who hastily raised him up; they tenderly embraced, and swore to one another an eternal attachment. As Bonaparte's happiness would have been imperfect, if this had not been known, he took the first opportunity of relieving his mind, by imparting the adventure to Berthier, Duroc, and other confidants, who each on their part caused this communication to be rapidly circulated that the public might be informed of it.

Upon Maria Louisa's arrival at Paris, she was visited by the most distinguished personages of the ancient court. The high nobility of the Fauxbourg St. Germain, till then invincible, and who had pertinaciously refused all Bonaparte's invitations, could not resist the satisfaction of imparting to an Austrian Archduchess, the deep regret which they had felt for these fifteen years, at the dreadful catastrophe of her august aunt. "It is in vain, answered that princess, that we seek to oppose the decrees of Providence. Too much goodness brought my unfortunate relations to the scaffold. It is possible that my husband and myself may experience the same fate, but it is certain it will be from another motive." The dignified tone of the Empress, a profound sigh which escaped her, and some tears which so sorrowful a recollection drew from her, gave the whole assembly a very high idea of the nobleness of her character, of the justness of her understanding, and the sensibility of her soul.

The following anecdote serves to prove that Bonaparte does not frighten all the world. Whilst he was visiting the quays at Boulogne, the Empress was taking an airing in a boat in the interior of the port; she even went as far as the Estran. On her return, she perceived Bonaparte, who was waiting for her. On quitting the vessel, her foot slipped, and she would have fallen down, if General Vandamme, who held her hand, had not supported her, by putting his arm round her waist. Bonaparte, who was at about ten paces distant with the engineer, perceived the accident; he ran up, and said rather angrily, "What! do you not yet know, Madam, how to use your feet properly?" Maria