ABSTRACT
A new play, entitled Vera, written by Mr. Oscar Wilde, was presented last night at the Union Square Theatre…and was seen by an audience that completely filled the house, notwithstanding a sudden accession of midsummer heat had made life almost intolerable and rendered a crowded place repugnant even to contemplate. The piece poorly rewarded the public curiosity, however, by a display of several queer scenes, picturesque at points, but mostly ugly, and by the exposition of a fanciful, foolish, highly peppered story of love, intrigue and politics, invested with the Russian accessories of fur and dark-lanterns, and overlaid with bantam gabble about freedom and the people….
