HAVE WALKED ON A LITTLE WAY.

    Reflection made by

   BROWN. —WHY DO PEOPLE WHEN REPEATING POETRY ALWAYS LOOK UNHAPPY?

   ENJOYMENT!

   A SCENE UPON THE GRAND CANAL.

   THE THEATRE MALIBRAN.

   THE ENTERTAINMENT COMMENCED AT 5 P.M., AND LASTED TILL 7. IT CONSISTED OF A MELODRAMA, FULL OF AWFUL CRIMES, AND THE MOST PATHETIC SENTIMENT. THE AUDIENCE, CHIEFLY COMPOSED OF “THE PEOPLE,” WAS, FROM BEGINNING TO END, IN AN EXTRAORDINARY STATE OF EXCITEMENT, FIZZING, LIKE THE PERPETUAL GOING OFF OF SODA-WATER. THE THEATRE WAS LIGHTED (?) BY ABOUT FOUR OIL LAMPS; AND SUCH WAS THE DARKNESS, THAT OUR TRAVELLERS—WHO MAY BE SEEN, PERHAPS, THROUGH THE “DIM OBSCURE,” UP IN A PRIVATE BOX—COULD SCARCELY DISCERN ANYTHING BUT THE WHITE UNIFORM AND GLITTERING BAYONET OF AN AUSTRIAN SENTINEL IN THE PIT.

     A NIGHT IN VENICE.

   BROWN RETIRED TO REST.

   MISERY.

    Note.

   — If the

    Musquitos

   appear rather large in this and the following scenes, let it be remembered that in the “heroic” it was a principle of many of the great painters to exaggerate the “parts.”

     VENICE.

   THE ACCADEMIA.

   GONDOLA ON THE LAGOON.

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