Uowper, uroom in waiting 10 ner majesty, jdw n ue Lowcnfels, and Baron de Gruben.Mr. Jolly’s opera of Mabel; or, a Gipsy’s Vengcnce, was performed for the first time on Saturday evening, to a very indifferent house, and, from the reception it met with, we should hope to see it no more. The night was cold,—the opera was cold,—and as the au-tpnce had no opportui ty afforded them of clapping tneir hands together to keep themselves warm, they sat most patiently with folded arms, and suffered poor Mabel to run her course almost unheeded, and then die, asit were, a natural death : Sic transit gloria Jolly. With the exception of the overture, which was in part pleasing, although it was not altogether original, we do not remember to have heard one solitary piece throughout the entire opera, that we would desire to hear again. There is nothing original in the whole work, and it is even deficient in the striking qualities, which are sometimes found in the works of some who write from recollections. Throughout the opera there is not one melody which lingers on the memory, and the construction of the entire affair is altogether bad. We never remember to have sat out an opera before, in which some one piece of music did not command our attention ; but in this, all fell completely flat. The singers exerted themselves to the utmost, but they were weighed down by the dulness and leaden quality of the music; and, although Mr. Harrison “ Found a simple Flower,” its repetition was called for only in consequence of the sweetness with which he informed the audience of his good fortune. The dialogue was truly contemptible, particularly that portion which fell to Mrs. C. Jones’s share ; and the plot of the piece was as uninteresting, and as badly worked, out as could be desired.Olympic.—Managers are proverbially the most thin-