The Sun.
London, England, 1846-05-08 00:00:00

HER MA

HEATRE.

Cerito has returned to us, and returned looking and
dancing and acting more delightfully than ever. She
made her debut last evening in Alma, and the falling of
the statue in the first scene, where she is discovered
standing on its pedestal a living, breathing, joyous crea-
ture, instead of dull cold marble, was the signal
for such a series of rounds of enthusiastic applause as
have seldom been heard within the walls of her Ma-
jesty's Theatre; and, when descending from the pedestal,
she rushed with arrowy steps to the front of the stage,
the applause was again and again renewed; and grace-
fully did she again and again acknowledge the
plaudits of the delighted audience, and some-
what more than gracefully too—there was heart in
her acknowledgment. It was more the mutual
welcome of old friends than the conventional
applause and the conventional acknowledgment usual
on such occasions. In the next scene the applause
was redoubled. It was the pas de fascination
—Cerito's own pas, which no one has attempted, and no
one could succeed in, save herself. It was the pas
which first secured her the position she at present
holds—Lthe pas that perfected the triumph of
her system of choreographic art—the pas which
won for her the title of " Realist," and in which
she introduces all the wonders of her art—the
arrowy rush—the dazzlingly twinkling steps—the mar-
vellous tourbillons—the espiegle coquetting—the de-
lightfully expressive pantomime—all, all were there,
and there in the greatest perfection. It was in-
deed a pas de fascination, and never did
Cerito look, or dance, or act, more fascinatingly
than she did last evening. The pas was a
perfect triumph, and at its conclusion bouquets innumer-
able were showered upon the stage. She was most effi-
ciently supported by Perrot, whose diablerie in this pas
was worthy of Mephistopheles himself. In the next
scene we had a pas de trois by Cerito, her husband,
St. Leon, and Mademoiselle Demelisse. St. Leon
is looking very well, and danced exquisitely,
revelling as usual in those marvellous tours. de force,
which no one can execute but himself. The opera was
La Gazza Ladra, with Grisi, and Mario, and Forna-
sari, and Lablache, and the young Brambilla.
apology wasmade for Mario, who was suffering from hoarse-
ness, and who, therefore, omitted a portion of the music,
Grisi, Fornasari, and Lablache, were in excellent voice;
and young Brambilla, as Pipo, albeit somewhat
nervous, acquitted herself admirably. The celebrated
prison duet in the second act was exquisitely given by
Grisi and Brambilla. The overture, one of the most
beautiful of Rossini's compositions, was performed to per-
fection by the orchestra, under the admirable con-
ducting of Balfe. We have never heard anything more
perfectly given than was the overture to La Gazza
Ladra last evening. Then we had a pas de trois, of
which Louise Taglioni (and right worthy is she of the name
she bears) was the heroine, and the last act of
Linda, for Madame Castellan, who, as usual,
achieved a triumph. All these came before
Abna, yet not a person left the house until after the
pas de fascination. They had gone to see Cerito, and
to welcome her back to her throne, and, like loyal
subjects, they all remained (and when we say all we
mean some thousands, for the house was crowded in
every part) to pay her homage.