Mr. M'VICKER, having read of the MCFARLAND trial, immediately conceived the happy idea that the time had come when a Chicago actor would please a New York audience. Ha therefore flew to this city, by way of the Mississippi river and the New Orleans and Havana steamships, and last week made a debut at BOOTH'S Theatre. With an astuteness which reflects great credit upon his ability as a manager, he astonished the audience, which had assembled to be shocked by a genuine Chicago performance, by playing a part which fairly bristles with unnecessarily obtrusive morality. Thus did he present a double attraction. A Chicago actor would have been sure, in any case, of the support of the Free Love Press; but a moral Chicago actor is a surprise which appeals irresistibly to the love of novelty which exists in the theatre-going breast. The play in which he made his first appearance here, is entitled "Taking the Chances," and is from the pen of Mr. CHARLES GAYLER, to whom Dr. WATTS so beautifully referred in those touching verses: "Gayler, the Troubadour, Touched his guitar," --and further language to a like effect. Mr. M'VICKER sustained the character of "PETER POMEROY," one of those oppressive rural Yankees whose mission seems to be to drive young men into the paths of vice, by representing virtue as inextricably associated with home-spun garments, and the manners of an uneducated bull in an unprotected china shop. The following version of the play will be recognized as literally exact, by all who have not seen the original. Taking the Chances. ACT I. MR. POMEROY, _a Preposterous Uncle, who regards his nephew_, PETER, _as a desirable person._ "My dear PETER will he here in a few moments. His presence will be a real blessing." MRS. POMEROY. "I am sorry to hear it. He breaks furniture and things, and I don't like him." _Enter_ IRRELEVANT PEOPLE, _who make unnecessary remarks, and obviously exist only to meet_ PETER. _Finally_ PETER _enters, in butternut clothing and a condition of chronic moral perfection._ PETER. "Jewhillikins! Haow de du, Unkil? Haow are ye, Aunt DEB? Haow is everybody? Our pigs and chickens and garden-sass is all doin' well." --_Falls on a chair._ PREPOSTEROUS UNCLE. "Dear, noble, manly fellow." EVERYBODY ELSE. "Unbearable brute." _Enter_ BLANCHE POMEROY. "Do I see my dear cousin? I am glad to see you, but please don't tear all of my dress to pieces." PETER. "_Jewhillikins!_" "You used to not to mind abaout havin' your frock torn when you was up at Graniteville. But I s'pose society has sp'iled you." _Enter_ PLAUSIBLE VILLAIN, _and whispers to_ BLANCHE--"To-night you must fly with me. We have not a moment to lose." PETER. "_Jewhillikins!_ That is the chap that deserted his wife in Graniteville? I'll fix him." PLAUSIBLE VILLAIN. "What do I see? A virtuous rustic? Confusion! Can he suspect me?"