The _Jovial Crew_ or the _Merry Beggars_ has been revived here [the English Opera] after an interval, as the bills tell us, of seven years. Can it be so long (it seems but yesterday) since we saw poor LOVEGROVE in _Justice Clack_? his childish treble still pipes in our ears: "Whip 'em, whip 'em, whip 'em." DOWTON was the representative of the Justice the other night, and shook our ribs most incontinently. He was in "excellent foolery," and our lungs crowed chanticleer. Yet it appears to us, that there was a still higher strain of fatuity in his predecessor--that his eyes distilled a richer dotage. Perhaps after all it was an error of the memory. Defunct merit comes out upon us strangely. Easy natural WRENCH was the _Springlove_; too comfortable a personage perhaps to personify _Springlove_, in whom the voice of the bird awakens a restless instinct of roaming that had slept during the winter. Miss STEVENSON certainly leaves us nothing to regret for the absence of the Lady, however agreeable, who formerly performed the part of _Meriel_. Miss STEVENSON is a fine open-countenanced lass, with glorious girlish manners. But the _Princess of Mumpers_, and _Lady Paramount_, of beggarly counterfeit accents, was _she_ that played _Rachel_. Her gabbling lachrymose petitions; her tones, such as we have heard by the side of old woods, when an irresistible face has come peeping on one on a sudden; with her full black locks, and a _voice_--how shall we describe it?--a voice that was by nature meant to convey nothing but truth and goodness, but warped by circumstance into an assurance that she is telling us a lie--that catching twitch of the thievish irreproveable finger--those ballad-singers' notes, so vulgar, yet so unvulgar--that assurance, so like impudence, and yet so many countless leagues removed from it--her jeers, which we had rather stand, than be caressed with other ladies' compliments, a summer's day long--her face, with a wild out-of-door's grace upon it-- Altogether, a brace of more romantic she-beggars it was never our fortune to meet in this supplicatory world. The youngest might have sate for "pretty Bessy," whose father was an Earl, and whose legend still adorns the front of mine Hostess's doors at Bethnal-Green; and the other could be no less than the "Beggar Maid" whom "King Cophetua wooed." "What a lass that were," said a stranger who sate beside us, speaking of Miss KELLY in _Rachel_, "to go a gipseying through the world with." We confess we longed to drop a tester in her lap, she begged so masterly. By the way, this is the true _Beggar's Opera_. The other should have been called the _Mirror for Highwaymen_. We wonder the Societies for the Suppression of Mendicity (and other good things) do not club for the putting down of this infamous protest in favour of air, and clear liberty, and honest license, and blameless assertion of man's original blest charter of blue skies, and vagrancy, and nothing-to-do. * * * *.