The Sun.
London, England, 1864-11-30 00:00:00

HER MAJESTY.

WINDSOR CASTLE, Nov. 29.

Her Mbjesty the Queen, accompanied by her
Royal Highness Princess Helena, went to Ham
yesterday afternoon, and visited their Royal High..
nesses the Duke and Duchcss do Chartres. The
Royal patty travelled by special train on the South
Western Railway to the Kingston Station, and
thence in carriages to Ham, and returned to Wind-
sor Castle shortly before six o'clock.
The Maharaja:l Duleep Singh and the Maharanee
visited her Majesty to-day.

The Duke and Duchess of Grafton are entertain-
ing a limited circle of visitors at Euston Hall, Thetford.
The Earl of Thlkeith has arrived at Bowhill,
Selkirkehire, from town.
The Countess Ferrers and Captain Walsh have
arrived at Brown's Hotel.

Miss Bateman's Leah.
(From the North British Mail of Nov. 28 )

Coleridge, writing with a reference to the elder
Kean, says that so overpowering was his super.
eminently earnest acting as to be almost painful,
and to give one the impression of reading Shake-
pere by flashes of lightning. This characteristic
criticism is recalled by the appearance of Miss Bate-
man upon the stage of the Theatre Royal yesterday
evening. It is long since we have witnessed a per-
formanc© of equal passion, power, and beauty; and
we are afraid that we shall have to wait a long
while again for such another noble and affecting
dramatic exhibition. From first to last it had evi.
dently been long considered, and last night it was
most successfully given, in the truest spirit of lofty
tragedy.

Miss Bstenan's figure is fine; her attitudes are

often exquisitely statuesque; her countenance has
a mobility and play that are altogether extraordi-
nary ; and her eye is the very finest we can remem-
ber—large, lustrous, beaming, now full of what Mrs
Browning (speaking of Barns) calls " pungent pas.
sionings," anon lorn, fixed, seeming to look far
away beyond things near her on to those that are
invisible. Before she utters one word she capti-
vates her auditors, and the character of her
utterances enhances the spell. Her voice is good—
even, never strong, yet not the least monotonous,
carrying a slightly foreign accent that accords well
with her part, and used for a grave measured elocu-
tion that is also admirably in keeping with it, as be-
tokening the restraint and self-watchfulness proper
to her situation. And all these advantages are
turned to happy account. They are completely
under the control of a disciplined intelligence.
She seems endowed indeed with an exquisite and
apparently intuitive knowledge of the human
heart as it acts and is. acted upon. She has a
subtle and penetrating insight into the springs
and modes of human thought under the dominion
of past, present, and future. And she has a vivid
and realising imagination by which she can abso•
lutely identify herself with the character she de.
pies—seeing with her eyes, hearing with her
ears, speaking with her tongue, and seeming to
think, feel, and understand as she would. Her acting
is like the human body which may be specially alive
in the eye or the heart, or the brain, but yet is pene-
trated with vitality. Last night every part of her
frame was made to move in unison with the working
of the soul. Every nerve and muscle was played
upon by the cunning hand of Fantasy, drawing
forth eloquent music—the still, sad music of
humanity. Hence, the performance was not a thing
of pcints and hits, but a triumph of acting through-
out. Other incidents, we think, were even better
than the terrible curse with which she electrified
full twc-thirds of her audience, speaking its concen-
trated malignity with a deliberation and emphasis
that made the blood run cold, and supplying a good
illustration of the lines—
, _ Earth has-:u+ viza likes lava in.hAauzl turnrusl,
And hell no fury like a woman scorned."