Deman Thompson's "old Homestead."

"The Oíd Horaestead," which wil 1 be the attraction at the Graud opera house Thursday evening next, is uot a snrface play, for Denman Thomspon iu turning playwright, turned poet, dropping nis plummetline deep into the hearts of the men and women he has wrougbc. The emotion of the lowly folks he depicts are deeper than those of the city-bred who, accustomed to school themelves, forget, in the viotories of today the disappointments of yesterday. But not so with the lowly tiller of the soil, for to hira yesterday's tragedy hovera as a olond o'er him and his for today and for many days to come, and it is only after many weary disappointments that the familiar smiles again chase across his honest countenance as he beholds the silver lining breaking tnrough where the clouds seein darkest. In Joshua Whitcomb, Mr. Thompson has given to the stage a character oreatiou foreign to any that has ever been presentad before, a cbaracter so honest, so homely, so trne, that the actor is forgotten, and we 6eem tö iwld conversation witb the vei'vman hhnself, aiding him in his trials sü.iog in his sorrows, rejoicing in his joys and as the curtain drops on the play feel as if parting with an old frieud óf years instead of an acquaintance of a few honrs only. A Manchester resident has reoeived a letter froru the bead of an outsirte manufacturiug whioti offers to lócate in the villaje provided the citizens subscribe a small bonos.