Abby was better this morning and I returned to town over the same wild track shortly after breakfast. Morning occupied in reading Blackstone. Afternoon in copying as usual. Went to the Theatre in
Federal Street in the evening and saw the Tragedy of Venice preserved. The House was very thin and hardly encouraging to the Actors. Mrs. Sloman performed Belvidera; her acting is decidedly good, although not so supremely powerful as one would suppose a first rate to be.1
She was entirely unsupported by the other characters. This play is capable of great dramatic effect although somewhat defective in it’s plot. And it undoubtedly is calculated strongly to excite the feelings. The little Opera Farce of Brother and Sister closed the Performance.2
Keene sung much in his usual style. I was shocked by the small number in the House.