A large capitalist in the course of the day attempted to change the direction things had taken, by throwing an immense quantity of paper into the market; but as no one seemed disposed to have anything to do with it, it blew over.

The parties to the Dutch Loan are much irritated at being asked to take their dividends in butter; but, after the insane attempt to get rid of the Spanish arrears by cigars, which, it is well known, ended in smoke, we do not think the Dutch project will be proceeded with.

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THEATRICAL INTELLIGENCE.

BY THE REPORTER OF THE “OBSERVER.”

The “mysterious and melodramatic silence” which Mr. C. Mathews promised to observe as to his intentions in regard to the present season, has at length been broken.  On Monday last, September the sixth, Covent Garden Theatre opened to admit a most brilliant audience.  Amongst the company we noticed Madame Vestris, Mr. Oxberry, Mr. Harley, Miss Rainsforth, and several other distingue artistes.  It would seem, from the substitution of Mr. Oxberry for Mr. Keeley, that the former gentleman is engaged to take the place of the latter.  Whispers are afloat that, in consequence, one of the most important scenes in the play is to be omitted.  Though of little interest to the audience, it was of the highest importance to the gentleman whose task it has hitherto been to perform the parts of Quince, Bottom, and Flute.

We, who are conversant with all the mysteries of the flats’ side of the green curtain, beg to assure our readers, that the Punch scene hath taken wing, and that the dressing-room of the above-named characters will no longer be redolent of the fumes of compounded bowls.  We may here remark that, had our hint of last season been attended to, the Punch would have still been continued:—­Mr. Harley would not consent to have the flies picked out of the sugar.  Rumour is busy with the suggestion that for this reason, and this only, Keeley seceded from the establishment.

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We think it exceedingly unwise in the management not to have secured the services of Madame Corsiret for the millinery department.  Mr. Wilson still supplies the wigs.  We have not as yet been able to ascertain to whom the swords have been consigned.  Mr. Emden’s assistant superintends the blue-fire and thunder, but it has not transpired who works the traps.

With such powerful auxiliaries, we can promise Mr. C. Mathews a prosperous season.

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THE AMENDE HONORABLE.

  Quoth Will, “On that young servant-maid
    My heart its life-string stakes.” 
  “Quite safe!” cries Dick, “don’t be afraid—­
    She pays for all she breaks.”

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