The Sun.
London, England, 1847-04-13 00:00:00

HAYMARKET THEATRE.

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Last night was indeed a triumph for the English drama,
and no fitter scene could have been chosen for that
triumph than the little theatre in the Haymarket, where
through evil report and through good report the English
drama has ever found a home. The English Thalia has
again returned to the stage. Mrs. Nisbett has returned
to us, and appeared last night at the Haymarket for the
first time these three, years. The play was' thei 'foie
Chose, her character, of conrse,, Constance (the charac-
ter which is par excellence her own). She is looking
more fascinating than ever, there is the same clear
silvery, most infectious laugh, the same genuine
spirit of fun, the same energy, the same via candca, as
ever. The house was crowded to the ceiling, and had it
been of twice the size, it would not have contained the
numbers who had assembled outside the "doors to greet
here rent, te upon the scene of her former triumphs.
Never was there seen such a reception. The moment
her voice was heard behind the scenes the applause began,
atA when she appeared the whole house rose and
greeted her with clapping of bands and waving of hand-
kerchiefs, and then, as if to give vent to their enthusiasm,
they gave three true British cheers. She acknowledged her
reception most cordially—it was the meeting of old
ft lends long parted—and when the cheering began she
appeared quite overcome, and could scarcely proceed
with her part. Never, however, did she act Constance
with more spirit; at every scene she was received with
renewed applause, and never was applause more richly
merited—never did she act Constance better than she
did last night. At the fall of the curtain she was called
for ; again the house rose at her appearance, the cheer-
ing was renewed again and again, and amidst showers
of bouquets she retired. The other characters were
admirably supported, Lut the great feature of the night
was the re-appearance of Mrs Nisbett—the reintegration
0!- the entente cordiale between the public and the greatest
of comic arti.tes. A.l3y it never again be broken.

VICTORIA THEATRE.
A new pies •, entitled Jack Long of Texas ; or the
Shut in the Eye, was produced at this theatre yesterdly
evening. The plot is as follows:—Jack Long (sir. N.
T. Hicks) has married M.ry Gibbs (Miss Vincent), aril
supplanted Captain Him k (Mr. W. Searle), leader of a
band of " Regulators," or soi.disant prairie senate or
executive, and who also distinguishes himself as a
marksman, by i.hieh he incurs the enmity of Captain
flinek, and upon an unfounded accusation of horse steal-
ing is subjected, and by the aforesaid worthy, to the in-
fliction of the lash. The inaignity which he has sus-
ra•ned operates so powerfully upon the mind of Jack
Lon; (‘‘ ho is a young hunter from the rocky mountains,
who is represented as possesAng all those feelings
which are eagendered by a residei,ce amid Alpine
scenery), that he becomes insane, and all his mental fa-
eu.ties become concentrated into a de,.r?of destroying
tee gang by whom he has suffered the ignominious pu-
nishment. This he effects, his reason is restored,
and he is re-united to his bride. These are
the materials of the piece, which is skil-
fully worked up. The language is natural,
the imagery such as the wild scenes of the forest (the
locale of the piece) would suggest, and devoid of that
extravagance, that bizarre hue which too frequently
characterises the productions of melodramatic writers
for the British stage. Mr. N. T. Hicks represented
faithfully the character he personated, and Miss Vincent
as the heroine of the piece (Mary Gibbs) gave a per-
fect impersonation of the female character under the
influence of that passion which is woman's destiny—love.
The minor characters were well sustained, and the per-
, formance elicited hearty applause. The piece was an-
nounced for repetition every evening till further notice,
and the announcement was received with stentorian
plaudits.

MR. WILSON'S FIRST NIGHT IN
THE MUSIC HALL.

Last night Mr. Wilson gave his first entertainment
for the season in the Music Hall, Store-street, where he
will be found " at home" every Monday evening during
the season. The full attendance with which he was
honoured last night, and the hearty reception with which '
he was greeted as soon as he made his appearance, were
proofs to him that he had not been forgot during his g
wanderings in other lands. We never heard him in
finer voice than he displayed last night. He seems in
high health and spirits. The programme contained
many beautiful songs, some of which he sang for the
first time in London. " The Stuarts of Appin" is one
of the noblest songs we ever heard, the music being
equally effective with the poetry. The burst from the
minor into the major in the second strain had a thrilling
effect. This song cannot fail to prove a great attraction
of itself. Another, which he sang for the first time, was
Burn's splendid lyric of " Go, fetch to me a pint of
wine." He sang it to a beautiful melody, which suited
the song admirably ; and it was honoured with a hearty
and unanimous encore. Ho sang very finely the old
song, " An those wert my ain thing," which, old though
it be, is one of the most elegant melodies that could be
listened to. In his humourous songs he was as rich as
ever, and caused much exerticn of the risible faculties of
his audience. We were glad to see, by his next Mon-
day's programme, that it is " An Hour wi' Burns," in
which, besides singing many of the ploughman Bard's
most admired lyrics, he recites so admirably the famous
poem of " Tam o' Shanter." If we may judge by last
night Wilson's soirees will be as popular thi, season as
ever, though he has now entered on his seventh season.