y is greatly to blame about
the playhouse. I brought my family to the pit to see that great actor,
Cooper, play Zanga. We sat in the pit the whole time the blackguards
were throwing down various kinds of things upon our heads. Scraps of
apples, nutshells in handfulls, and what is worse something I can't well
name--some about me said that brandy or strong grog was thrown down--it
might be so once;--but it was not exactly that which fell on me and my
family. Since then, I went to see him in Macbeth, and left my wife and
daughter at home for fear; and the fellows above were as bad as
before--and had not I luckily kept my hat on I should once have got my
head broke with a hard heavy hiccory-nut that was thrown with all the
force and spitefulness as if the person wanted to hurt somebody very
severely."

We agree with our correspondents that some prompt and effectual remedy
ought to be applied to the evils of which they complain: and we are
surprised it has not yet been done, because every person with whom any
of us converses, makes pretty nearly the same complaint, and expresses
the very same wish.

In every country there exist multitudes as well disposed as those now
alluded to, to disturb the playhouse, and bring brutal riot within its
walls--but they will not be allowed. Any one who reads Colquhoun's
account of London and its rabble, will perceive that there are people
enough there ready to do offensive offices for the pure sake of offence
and savageness; but not only the magistrates, but the audience
themselves will not put up with it. The latter generally abate the
nuisance in a summary way--they turn out the offender; and the law
warrants, and if necessary aids them. If our audience suffer these
encroachments what will be the fair conclusion, but that they concur
with the offenders.

It was but a few nights ago, a company (of perhaps ten,) converted the
boxes into a grog shop--brought jug and bottle, and glass, and tumbler
into the front seats, and there caroused, laughing, talking aloud, and
swearing aloud, even during the performance. On the night the Revenge
was performed, even while Mr. Cooper was engaged in a most interesting
scene, a boy, not in mean clothes either, stood up at the front corner
of the gallery, roaring out and speaking as loud as he could to some one
on the opposite side. Yet this, were it not for the time it happened,
was to the surrounding tumult, as a dying sigh to the roar of a
northwest