The Sun.
London, England, 1864-06-14 00:00:00

was achieved. At the end of the performance, the Queen,
who during the entire evening had repeatedly mani,estEd
her extreme satisfaction, expressed to me her admiration
in a tone and manner that showed how deep an impres-
sion had been made upon her. " What a beautiful singer 1"
" What an actress I " How charming !" " How delight-
ful I" Those were the exclamations that fell from the lips of
her Majesty, whom I had never before seen thus moved to
enthusiasm.

As the aroma of the regalia floats off into the even-
ing air from the Richmond balcony, hear him as he
discourses about Mademoiselle Riche! :

In " Bajazet," in " Andromaque," in " Marie Stuart,"
she electrified the house, and even in the monotonous
"Aridne," of Thomas Corneille, and the dull" Tancrede,"
of Voltaire, she worked up her audience by the great force
of her impersonations to a state of frantic admiration,
Great indeed must have been the power of this young actress
to have not only reconciled the English taste to the un-
congenial cluseicalities of French " legitimate" tragedy,but
to have produced iu her audience It positive enthusiasm.
It is a genuine fact, that many ladies fainted from emo-
tion During these representations. One was carried in-
sensible from the theatre, in spite of all efforts to recover
her. Ou this circumstance neing told to an American
manager, he exclaimed, " Oh, that's nothing 1 she ought
to have died in the theatre 1 the effect would have been
tremenduus.—what a good puff lost 1" The humble origin
of Mademoiselle Itachel is well known; but few perhaps
are aware that she had not received in her youth the com-
monest rudiments of education, and that she taught herself
writing merely by copying the manuscript of others. On
her first introduction into high society she was greatly
embarrassed by the conventions of the table, and the ques-
tion that once arose in her mind, at a grated dinner, as to
the proper use of the knife and fork in the consumption of
asparagus, was infinitely embarrassing.
Among the earliest of his recollections, he thus re-
lates the stirring aspect of the King's Theatre
during the height of " The Tamburini Kow
The famous omnibus boxes were filled towards the con-
clusion of the opera, with the fashionable allies of the
coalition; and it was from this quarter that, on the fall of
the curtain, the uproar first commenced. Shouts of " Tam-
burini "Laporte " ramburiui I" wets taken up and
echoed by partisans, and east') -led public clamourers, in
various parts of the house; whilst many of the genuine
public raised the counter cries of " Shame 1" "No inti-
midation I" "Don't be bullied I" and even evidenced
their sense of the real cause of the disturbance by shouting,
"Turn out the omnibus l'' responded to by the occupants
with cries of " You had better try." Several times
Monsieur Laporte appeared, and endeavoured to
address the audience, but the deafening clamour
rendered him inaudible. Yells, hisses, shouts, over-
powered every other sound. A sort of stormy conference
tuck place during this scene of contusion between the ma.
uager and the tenants of the omnibus boxes, whose rage
seemed to increase as the "row" warmed their blood. 'rue
curtain at lust ruse upon the ballet. Cerito was that evening
to have made her first appearance. Fur more than an hour
the scared coryphees stood ready to begin. In vain 1 For
the fourth Lane M. Laporte appeared. He seemed to have
succumbed, for in auewer to direct appeals on the point, he
promised to make propositions to Tarnburini. But even
this did not appear sufileierit to the originators of the row.
''hey still hooted, and at last, the whole of the noble and
fashionable occupants of the crnnibua bexes leaped on the
stage, among them a young Prince the Blood. The cur-
tain now fell definitively, and, amidst the sympathetic
cheers or one portion of the house and the hootines of
another, the pilaw chevaliers 01 the " omnibus" waved
their hats triumphantly, and shouted " Victory !"
Altogether these " lianintscenua" of Mr. Lumley,
is Operatic Manager for twenty years at the Greai
Lyrical Theatre in the 11,y market, ought to have
been written ! And now that, in recognition of this
fact by Mr. Lumley himself, they have been written
thus delightfully and, all will admit, most amus
iegly, we are rejoiced that they have been jotted
Gown and given to the world during his own life•
time, by the well4inovvn Thrector's own hand,
almost, we had said, in the very form, certainly
with all the authority of an autobiography.

A. Fatal Error; or, The 17yviannes. By J. Mas,
terman. Two Vo:s. Smith, Eider, end C

The story of Constance Vyvianne—who arrives,
a little timid child, from India, to prove a bone of
contention to her uncongenial relatives—in the fret
chapter--who, shortly afterwards, falling into the
hands of a novel-reading lady, undergoes a danger-
ous apprenticeship of sentimentality—and who ulti-
mately, under the influence of the "fatal error"
which overcasts the sunshine of her life, enacts
(under mistaken views) the part of a heroine, is a
most interesting story, and is most charmingly
narrated. We cannot but think the conduct of
Constance, even under her " error," a great mistake,
but we shall not here enter into a particular ana-
lysis of that conduct lest we should reveal the
mystery of the book. The first volume, and the
early portion of the second, before the occurrence of
the event which leads to the " fatal error," is by far
the must pleasing. The various characters are very
happily delineated, and the domestic sketches are
singularly attractive. Bolton Lance, the lively
sailor hero, is a most delightful character, and
assuredly deserves better treatment than he
meets with from his mistaken bride. Major
Vyvianne is gay and seifish, and Gabriel Lance,
his admiring shadow, occasionally appears to be
an imitation of Lord Dundreary. 'lhe first volume
is enlivened by an election, and the second con
tains a very interesting account of the rescue cit
some miners, buried in the earth. The conver-
sations with which both volumes abound are, for
the most part, sprightly and animated, and the
novel-reader who seeks to be pleasurably enter-
tained will indeed commit a " fatal error" if he
neglect to make acquaintance with " The
Vy vise nee."

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