THEATRICAL ADDRESSES.

In accordance with our plan of selection, we give place to the following artieles, occasioned by the opening of the New Theatre, on the 1st of the present month. The one is a fictitious, and the other the actual address then delivered.' Of the merits of neither do we purpose speaking, farther than that the latter has already passed an ordeal, whose decision we are not prepared to dispute; and that the former is worthy of the reputation of its author-one of the first of American poets.

AN ADDRESS FOR THE OPENING OF THE NEW THEATRE.
TO BE SPOKEN BY MR. OLLIFF.

LADIES AND GENTLEMEN,

Enlighten'd as you are, you all must know
Our playhouse was burnt down, some time ago,
Without insurance-'twas a famous blaze,
Fine fun for firemen, but dull sport for plays,
The proudest of our whole damatic corps
Such warm reception never met before,
It was a woful night for us and ours,

Worse than dry weather to the fields and flowers,
The evening found us gay as summer's lark,
Happy as sturgeons in the Tappan sea;
The morning-like the dove from Noah's ark,
As homeless, houseless, innocent as she.
But thanks to those who ever have been known
To love the public interest-when their own;
Thanks to the men of talent and of trade,
Who joy in doing well-when they're well paid,
Again our fireworn mansion is rebuilt,
Inside and outside, neatly carv'd and gilt,
With best of paint and canvass, lath and plaster,
The Lord bless B****** and J*** J**** A****.
As an old coat, from Jennings' patent screw,
Comes out clean scour'd and brighter than the new,
As an old head in Saunder's patent wig
Looks wiser than when young, and twice as big,
As M** V** B*****, when in senate hall,
Repairs the loss we met in S's fall,
As the new constitution will, (we're told)
Be worth at least a dozen of the old-
So is our new house better than its brother,
Its roof is painted yellower than the other,
It is insured at three per cent. 'gainst fire,

And cost three times as much, and is six inches higher.
'Tis not alone the house-the prompter's clothes
Are all quite new-so are the fiddlers' bows,
The supernumeraries are newly shav'd,
New drill'd, and all extremely well behav'd.
(They'll each one be allow'd (I stop to mention)
The right of suffrage by the new Convention.)

We've some new thunder, several new plays,
And a new splendid carpet of green baize,
So that there's nought remains to bid us reach
The topmost bough of favour-but a speech--
A speech-the prelude to each public meeting,
Whether for morals, charity, or eating,
A speech-the modern mode of winning hearts,
And power, and fame, in politics and arts.

What made the good Me our president?
"Twas that through all this blessed land he went
With his immortal cock'd hat and short breeches,
Dining wherever ask'd-and making speeches.
What, when Missouri stood on her last legs,
Reviv'd her hopes? the speech of Hy M-
What proves our country learned, wise, and happy?
M's address to the Phi Beta Kappa.
What has convinced the world that we have men
First with the sword, the chisel, brush, and pen,
Shaming all English authors, men or maidens ?
The Fourth of July speech of Mr. A—'s.
Yes-if our managers grow great and rich,
And players prosper-let them thank my speech,
And let the name of Olliff proudly go

With M

-s and A- -S, M

and M- 8.

ADDRESS

WRITTEN BY CHARLES SPRAGUE, ESQ. OF BOSTON.

When mitred zeal, in wild, unholy days,

Bared his red arm, and bade the fagot blaze,
Our patriot sires the pilgrim sail unfurled,

And freedom pointed to a rival world.

Where prowled the wolf, and where the hunter roved,
Faith raised her altars to the God she loved;
Toil, linked with art, explored each savage wild,
The forest bow'd, the desert bloom'd and smiled;
Taste reared her domes, fair science spread her page,
And wit and genius gathered round the Stage.
The Stage! where fancy sits creative queen,
And spreads gay web-work o'er life's mimic scene;
Where young-eyed wonder comes to feast his sight,
And quaff instruction while he drinks delight.
The Stage! that treads each labyrinth of the soul,
Wakes laughter's peal, and bids the tear-drop roll;
That hoots at folly, mocks proud fashion's slaves,
And brands with shame the world's vile drove of knaves.

The child of genius, catering for the Stage,
Rifles the stores of every clime and age.
He speaks! the sepulchre resigns its prey,

And crimson life runs through the sleeping clay :

The wave, the gibbet, and the battle field,
At his command, their festering tenants yield.
Here wisdom's heir, released from death's embrace,
Reads awful lessons to another race;

Pale, bleeding love comes weeping from the tomb,
That kindred softness may bewail her doom;
Murder's dry bones, re-clothed, desert the dust,
That after times may own the sentence just;
And the mad tyrant of some mouldering page
Stalks here to warn, who once could curse an age.

May this fair dome, in classic beauty reared,
By taste be fostered, and by worth revered,
May chastened wit here bend to virtue's cause,
Reflect her image and repeat her laws;
And vice, that slumbers o'er the sacred page,
Hate his own likeness, shadowed from the stage.
Here let the guardian of the drama sit
In righteous judgment o'er the realms of wit.
Not his the shame, with survile pen to wait
On private friendship, or on private hate;
To flatter fools, or satire's javelin dart,
Tipp'd with a lie, at proud ambition's heart.
His be the noble task to herald forth,
Young blushing merit, and neglected worth;
To stamp with scorn the prostituted page,
And lash the fool who lisps it from the Stage.
Here shall bright genius wing his eagle fight,
Rich dew-drops shaking from his plumes of light,
Till high in mental worlds, from vulgar ken,
He soars, the wonder and the pride of men.
Cold censure here to decent mirth shall bow,
And bigotry unbend his monkish brow;

Here toil shall pause, his ponderous sledge thrown by,
And beauty bless each strain with melting eye;
Grief, too, in fiction lost, shall cease to weep,
And all the world's rude cares be laid asleep.
Each polish'd scene shall taste and truth approve,
And the Stage triumph in the people's love.

ADMONITION AGAINST SABBATH

BREAKING,

The profanation of the Lord's Day, or Christian Sabbath, is become so shamefully common among all ranks and orders of men, that it is the duty of every one who wishes well to his fellow Christians, to the rising generation, and to our country, to do all in his power, to awaken and reform those who are chargeable with it. Let me,

therefore, remind you, that at the creation, God appointed one day in seven to be kept holy for religious purposes. This he required in the Law of Moses, particularly in the fourth commandment. It is also in effect required by Jesus Christ; and the Lord's Day, so called in remembrance of liis resurrection on that day, was kept holy by the Apostles, and first Christian nations ever since. It is therefore most evi

resolved to keep it. The Sabbath (comfortable reflection!) was designed as a day of blessing; may you never more, by your idleness, and profaneness, or any cause, turn that blessing into a curse; for DEATH will soon close (for ever close) the day of grace and mercy. And if you neglect, especial

dently the duty of every Christian to observe it, as a day of rest from work, || buying, selling, travelling (except in cases of great and unavoidable necessity) and from all kinds of sport and diversion; and he is to employ this day in attending at church, both morning and afternoon-in reading the Bible and good books at home-in in-ly after this faithful warning," the structing his family-in serious reflections on his past temper and conduct, in pious resolutions concerning his future conduct, and in preparations for eternity; and in earnest prayers to God, for pardon, assistance, strength, and eternal life, through the merits and mediation of Jesus Christ. To spend the sacred time in amusement, idleness, and frequenting coffee-houses, taverns, &c., and to neglect the public

things which make for your peace, they will then be hid from your eyes," and then you will find no place for repentance.-Balt. Chron.

OBITUARY.

"Blessed are the dead who die in the Lord from henceforth: Yea, saith the Spirit, that they may rest from their labours; and their works do follow them."-Rev.

the 32d year of his age. He was a man highly esteemed among his acquaintance,

and two small children, besides his aged parents, and a large circle of relatives and other friends, to lament his loss. We have been favoured by a rospectable friend, with the following notice of his charac

ter:

DAVID B. HOYT, was a native of Kingston, New-Brunswick, from which place he removed with his father's family, in the spring of 1804, to the city of New-York, where he resided until his death. His early years afford nothing very remarkable, they passed away as the spring of our lives generally passes, sometimes cheering him with the sunshine

and private duties of the day, is a highber, Mr. DAVID B. HoYT, of this city, in DIED, on Sunday, the 30th of Septemaffront to the authority of God; a base and ungrateful return for the love and grace of our Saviour, and an unspeaka-and died much lamented, leaving a wife ble injury to yourself, to your family, and to the nation. It exposes you to the penalties which the law inflicts on Sabbath breakers, and tends to bring the judgments of God on the country. It leads you to bad company, to a habit of idleness, drunkenness, extravagance, and so on to ruin, as many have acknowledged who have suffered at the place of execution. It finally tends to destroy all serious thought and religious concern, to harden the heart-and so exposes you to everlasting destruction. You are, therefore, by all those arguments, earnestly entreated to consider your duty and interest; immediately to leave off this pernicious habit of Sabbath breaking, and apply your-of earthly pleasures, at other times, selves rigorously to the proper duties of that holy day. It is particularly desired, that, the next time you go to Church, you would consider the response which you make, after the minister hath read the fourth commandment; and that it will be a base hypocrisy, and a horrid insult on the heart-searching God, to "beseech him to incline your hearts to keep that law," unless you are sincerely and fully

depressing him with sorrows incident to the morning of life, and unfolding a temper, which, although fiery and irrascible, exerted itself towards his friends and family with unbounded kindness and benevolence; and we shall not wonder, that when twenty years had stamped his character, and he embraced the religion of Jesus, that he did it with such ardour and zeal, that it almost amounted to