t of an old Play Bill, empts me to call to mind a fe. It presents t of parts in t, at tre ty years ago. touco read a Play Bill -- not, as noure, singling out a favorite performer, and casting a negligent eye over t; but spelling out every name, doo tes and servants of t ter of no small moment to us ook t of Fabian; ent to attribute noo times best actors.-quot; Orsino, by Mr. Barrymore. quot; a full S carries! o memory arise tle actor!

    t ten or fifteen years, can e notion of s as Op Ends ell; and Viola in tterly acquired a coarseness,  sank, eady melting eye, into t. s -- in  ory of   speec so  into an o make up t I  so spoken, or rat  its grace and beauty -- but, o be a quot;blank,quot; and t s;never told ; tory ;; came up as a neion -- and tened image of Patience still folloer t, as by some gro mec springing up after t, I  say, as tered by ears. So in those fine lines -

    rite loyal cantos of contemned love --

    o te hills -

    tion made in t ures o legitimate t seemed altoget rule or law.

    Mrs. Poy, made an admirable Olivia. Sicularly excellent in ion resses too -- ions o set ts at ter, and to vie conceits  emulation. But s, like rifle a leisure sentence or to be dismissed, and so be t Lady still. Soucastic er y. he scene.

    t of Malvolio  been so often misunderstood, and ts of tor, ed, t I stle prolix upon ts.

    Of all tors est in tions, tions consequent upon tment of a great idea to true poetical ent faculty among players. None t I