The Nancy Hanks Gold Mine

At the Grand opera house, next Wednesday, March 3, "The Nancy Hanks," an original comedy farce froin the pen of Frank Tannehill, jr., will he giveu its first productiou in'thia city and from the excellent reports which have preceded it from Chicago, where it only recently closed a three weeks engagement, it is safe to predict a performance of more than ordinarv merit. The title suggests race liorses but such is entirely foreign to the eomedy, it being the name of a salted gold mine. A Frenchman who is unfortunate in having lots of money comes to America, and, falling into the hands of some needy speculators, is sold "The Nancy Hanks Gold Mine," in which he invest all his money. Like other mines of history, all tlie 'vealth in it turns out to be what he has put in it, and Iip awakes to find himself a pauper. At a loss what to do he acoepts the offer of a new acquaintance, an actor, to start with liim a scliool of acting, and froni tliia time on bis troubles caine so thick asean be imagined. They are superintended by bad business in the school. A number of love affairs (botb the poor Frenchmen's and others) that won't rnn smootli, a rich but ineddling aunt of bis partner's who is said to be a cliaracter modeled exactly after the famous Hetty Green, and any number of otber matters that would drive a man distracted in real life, but are of sueh a nature that tliey afford conti nual amusement to the audience.