The Sun.
London, England, 1841-12-30 00:00:00

MORNING SUN

HAYMARKET THEATRI•

Mr. Stuart, from the Theatre Royal, Liverpool, mac f
a very successful debut at this theatre last evening► 10
that most arduous part, lago. ffe know not in the whole
range of the drama any character more difficitlt of per-
sonation than this. In the very commencement of the
play Shakspeare gives an inkling of the difficulties neces-
sary to be overcome by the aspirant, by putting into the
mouth of logo himself words which serve as a key to the
whole character— ,

" When I am what I seem, L•
It shall not be long after I will wear
My heart upon my sleeve for daws to peck at.
I am not what I seem."
To say, therefore, that any actor has made a succoe
ful debut in a character requiring such careful study
to comprehend, and such varied powers to embody
the fruits of that study, as does the' character of Ingo, is
at once to assign him a high place in his profession, and
a high place unquestionably Mr. Stuart has a right to
claim as his own. Nature has done much for him ; his
voice is powerful and sonorous, not unlike -in quality the
voice of Macready ; his features flexible and expressive,
his eye good, and his person well formed. He is evi'
dently a gentleman and a scholar, and his provincial
practice has made him thoroughly acquainted with the
business of the stage. His opening scenes with Roderigo
were very good, and the passage which we have quoted,.
above was exceedingly well given. The sneer with wine'
he gave the celebrated line in the second act—
" To suckle fools, and chronicle small beer,"
was quite Mephistophelian, and was deservedly
In the jealousy scene, he seemed to be at times suffering
from nervousness ;as lie warmed in the scene, however,
he became himself again, and gave the words,
" Oh ! what damned tortures tells he o'er
Who doubts, yet fears, suspects, yet strong loreds,st
with a quiet beauty which elicited applause, en In
once seemed to restore to him his full self-possession' his
the short scene with Desdemona, in the fourth °et'
compassionating manner of giving the line,
"Be sure, my lord is very angry," suffering
from
fi'
r h act
was the very perfection of hypocrisy. In the t h
he was admirable. The sneer of fiendliketriumtlihe
with which he contemplated his hellish work, told
glance of contemptuous malice, revelling in the
luxury
of revenge, with which he regarded Othello, as he Inahith
his final exit, were perfect. Mr. Stuart brought upvbse
him a high reputation from the provinces, and he na
proved himself well worth] of it. Let him dePebe
solely on himself—let him trust solely to tos
promptings of his own genius, and he ee;nen
fail to achieve for himself fame and for'll-te.
He was called for at the fall of the curtain and londlY tri;
plauded. Wallack was the Othello, and to say thathrice
the best Othello now on the stage is barely doing ict-
to the merits of one of the most beautiful PiecesT l'ery
ing we have ever witnessed. It is faultless. -tsveit
perfection as a whole renders it impossible
in detail. A more perfect piece of acting the stage 61%,
not possess. Wallack was also called for at the conelit,
sion of the piece, and led forward Miss Helen Feusde.
who was a very pathetic, tender, and graceful Decd
mona. The new spectacle followed, to the great
to critic!!
es
enter-
tainment of the juvenile portion of the audience.