private boxes were to be restored to the public, and the pit to return to its old price, while, at the same time, all legal prosecutions were to be stopped. Mr Kemble proposed that the boxes should continue at the advanced price. The majority of the audience were so far satisfied, but there was a general cry for the dismissal of Brandon the box-keeper. This consummation of the wishes of the house was not attained till the succeeding night, when Mr Kemble, after an interval of sixty-five nights, reappeared as a performer in the comedy of the Wheel of Fortune. On this sixty-seventh night of the O. P. tumult, the house was excessively crowded. As if to give solemnity to the scene, the audience called for God save the King, and joined in it with heart and spirit. Kemble was received with general applause, but this applause became universal when he announced, with other apologetic remarks, that Brandon had resigned. Then he had the pleasure of seeing placards waving in the air, with the inscription,' WE ARE SATISFIED.' This was the close of one of the most curious scenes of excitement that have ever been witnessed in any country or age. From the very first, the O. P. disturbance did not wear the appearance of a common tumult, but, on the contrary, took and maintained the semblance of an organised and determined resistance to an oppressive change. As Mr John Kemble was but one of a pretty numerous body of proprietors, it was perhaps unfair in the public to concentrate their indignation so much upon his head; yet, from his influential position, and a known spice of haughty pride in his otherwise amiable character, it seems not improbable that he swayed greatly the counsels on the side of the proprietors. But 'Black Jack,' as he was popularly called, was taught in the end, that those who live by the breath of public favour, must sail the way it blows. Unfortunately, such is the length to which these notices have already extended, that we can only give a verse of the many pasquinades which appeared during the O. P. contest. Alluding to a rumoured design on the part of Mr Kemble to leave the stage, a Morning Chronicle poet thus sings-hitting at the same time with all his might at the great actor's rather finical, though generally beneficial, attentiveness to periods and pronunciation: 'The first of critics-first of actors First of semicolon-factors- Who shall now, of all his cronies, Made for variation's sake? Who shall fix, with equal care, Points-in doublets or in speeches ? Who adjust, with such an air, Slashed soliloquies-or breeches?' A poet of the Public Ledger, on the other hand, speaks of the O. P.'s as the 'loud dunces in boxes and pit, Of clamour and nonsense the instruments willing, Who care not a shilling for genius or wit, While their own is confined to the care of a shilling. Ye critics, who jingle your bells at your ease, Put both round your noddles instead of O. P.'s, And seem to the stage what ye act in the pit.' It To conclude this long notice of the O. P. convulsion, it may be mentioned that, out of sixty persons brought, on account of the affair, before the Westminster sessions, true bills were found against twenty-five of them. But, by the terms of pacification, as has been mentioned, these charges were departed from by the managers of the theatre. is somewhat remarkable that, in a tumult continued nightly, and with so much violence, for upwards of two months, only two persons received injuries at all serious or dangerous. Many a black eye, bloody nose, cracked sconce, and sore rib, resulted from the contest, but these were not mishaps very heavily to be deplored. After all, one can laugh with much more freedom at the O. P. row, on account of this guiltlessness of blood. SONG FROM THE DUTCH: AS TRANSLATED IN THE STUDENT'S ALMANAC OF LEYDEN, I. LONG for thy coming I've waited and sighed, Sweet are the perfumes of flowering May; II. And is thy name not Angel, maid? III. My boat is on the wavering sea- Naught should I sing but sweetest dove, thee, IV. A heaven is opened on thy brow, The answer would a kiss of love be, STORY OF QUEEN MATILDA OF DENMARK. CAROLINE MATILDA, daughter of Frederick Prince of Wales, and sister of George III., king of Great Britain, was born on the 22d of July 1751. In her childhood, she exhibited a most amiable disposition, and many personal graces, which qualities suffered no diminution as she increased in years. When she attained to the age of fifteen, she was, indeed, remarkable for almost every attribute that can adorn her sex; and this circumstance, conjoined with the exalted rank which fortune had bestowed on her, might have given rise to the anticipation, that happiness would have been her portion in life. But when she had attained to the age of fifteen, one of those royal matches, in which the affections have no share, was provided for the youthful and blooming princess, and her history was thus ultimately rendered a memorable instance of the instability of human greatness. Christian VII. of Denmark was the husband selected for Caroline Matilda. He was a prince originally weak in mind, and, though but two years older than the princess, had already impaired his constitution by debaucheries. The royal pair were contracted in 1766, and some time afterwards, the princess was conducted to the court of Denmark, with all the high ceremonials befitting the sister of one of the most powerful monarchs of the civilised world. Queen Matilda, as she was usually named, was not long in Copenhagen ere, at her husband's hands, in place of the kindness due to a wife, a woman, and a stranger, so young and so lovely, she underwent only violence and ill-treatment. Her only peace lay in submitting to his caprices, which he carried to such an absurd and unseemly length, as to compel her to appear on horseback in male attire with him-for yielding to which whim, she was sharply reproved by her mother, the Princess of Wales. In short, the Danish king behaved to her in every way with extreme impropriety, and often with barbarity. Christian's step-mother, the queendowager, and her son Prince Frederick, were also jealous of Queen Matilda's influence, and conducted themselves to her with uniform hostility. Nearly two years passed away in this manner, when the Danish king thought proper to make a tour through Europe. His adviser in this scheme was his favourite minister Stolk, who was also one of the interested enemies of the poor young queen. Some of the elder councillors wished to prevent Christian from entering on any such journey, conceiving that the only result would be the exposure of his weakness and folly to the whole of Europe. The king, however, would and did go. In this tour, which took place in 1768, it chanced that he required the attendance of a physician at Altona, in the duchy of Holstein. Struensee, the son of a Lutheran bishop in Holstein, had just begun at that period to practise medicine at Altona, after having edited a newspaper for some time. He was recommended to the Danish king as a physician, and soon crept into extraordinary favour. Struensee was then twenty-nine years old, possessed of an agreeable exterior and pleasing manners, and neither deficient in talent nor in information. He had, moreover, the proper degree of subserviency, and a power of amusing which sealed his success. In Christian's visit to England, Dr Struensee, as he was termed, formed one of the royal suite. On the return of Christian to Copenhagen, Struensee, |