The Sun.
London, England, 1849-08-27 00:00:00

SADLER'S WELLS THEATRE.

On Saturday evening Mr. Phelps, the talented
lessee of this theatre, commenced his season, with every
prospect of its being a brilliant and remunerative one.
The exertions of Mr. Phelps to create a taste for the
works of the immortal Will Shakspere among the
playgoers at this part of London, we rejoice to say,
have succeeded to the utmost, and the crowd that as-
sembled within the theatre on the opening night
proved to demonstration how those exertions are
estimated. The play selected for the occasion was
The Tempest, the principal parts being sustained by
the old favourites of the Sadler's Wells company,
with one or two exceptions. Mr Phelps as Prospero
was exceedingly effective; his reading of the part
was true and correct ; nothing could exceed the beauty
of style in which he give the following lines in the
masque scene :
" Our revels now are ended: these our actors,
A I foretold you, were all spirits, and
Are melted into air, into thin air,
And, like the baseless fabrio of this vision,
The cloud-capt towers, the gorgeous palaces,
The solemn temples, the great globe itself,
Yea, all which it inherit, shall dissolve;
Yea, like this unsubstantial pageant faded,
Leave not a rack behind."
Of the Caliban of Mr. Cr. Bennett it would be im-
possible to speak to) highly; it is acknowledged to
be without an equal on the stage. Who is there who
could deliver the following like him?
" All the infections that the sun sucks up
From bogs, fens, flats, on Prospero fall, and make him
By inch-meal a disease!
His spirits hear me,
And yet I needs must curse. Bat they'll not pinch,
Fright me with urchin shows, pitch me i'the mire,
Noel cad me, like a firebrand, in the dark
Out of my way, unless he bid them; but
For every trifle they are set upon me;
Sometimes like apes, that mow and chatter at me,
And after, bite me, then like hedge• hogs, which
Lie tumbling in my bare-foot way, and mount
'l'beir pricks at my foot fall; sometimes am I
All wound with adders, who, with cloven tongues
Do hiss me into madness."

Miss Carlstein made her first appearance here in the
part of Miranda. She is a fine figure, tall, with a
very expressive, countenance. Her rendering of the
part was an admirable personification of the beautiful
and innocent Miranda. Miss Julia St. George per-
formed the beautiful spirit Ariel with great felicity,
obedient to the behests of her magician task-master,
but sighing for the time when she can sing—
" Merrily, merrily, shall I live now,
Under the blossom that hangs on the bough."
This beautiful song was given by Miss St. George
with great grace, sweetness, and taste, and with a
feeling which would almost lead one to think she was
the spirit she personifies. It was so appreciated, rap-
turously applaued, and demanded for an encore. The
scenery, by Mr. F. Fenton, was new and exceedingly
beautiful. The principal performers were called for
at the conclusion of the play, and were each rewarded
with the most enthusiastic applause. The house was
filled to the ceiling.

OFFICIAL ANNOUNCEMENTS.—Some few intimate
friends of the late Right Hon. Charles Buller, M.P., in-
cluding nearly all her Majesty's Ministers, purpose
erecting a monument to his memory in Westminster
Abbey, between the tombs of Horner and Warren
Hastings. Tho committee to whom has been intrusted
the completion of the preliminary arrangements asked
permission of Dean Buckland to place the intended
bust and tablet in the position indicated, and their re-
quest was willingly complied with. Mr. Martin Bushell,
long and honourably connected with one of the leading
mercantile firms in Liverpool, who was convicted, with
eight or ten others, at the winter assizes of that town for
an alleged treasonable conspiracy against the Queen and
Constitution, and sentenced to twelve months' imprison-
ment, has just been liberated, by order of her Majesty,
at the suggestion of the Secretary for the Home D?part-
ment, after suffering nine months' incarceration. We
believe this act of clemency, solicited by the represen-
tatives, gentry, and nearly all the mercantile community
of Liverpool, is the solo foundation for a loc%l journal's
" good reason in the belief of the Government's intention,
deferring to her Majesty's wishes, to pardon all the Irish
Mato prisoners at home.and abroad.".— Weak. Chronicle.