, as you are deeply theatrical, you may wish to hear of Mr. Betty
, whose acting is, I fear, utterly inadequate to the London engagement into which the managers of Covent Garden have lately entered.
figure is fat, his features flat, his voice unmanageable, his action ungraceful, and, as Diggory
says, "I defy him to extort that damned muffin face of his into madness." I was very sorry to see him in the character of the "Elephant on the slack rope;" for, when I last saw him, I was in raptures with his performance. But then I was sixteen—an age to which all London condescended to subside. After all, much better judges have admired, and may again; but I venture to "prognosticate a prophecy" (see the
Courier
) that he will not succeed.