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

11A Y' 8, 1846.

HER MAJESTY'S THEATRE.

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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
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holds—the 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 (spiegle coquetting—the de-
lightfully- expressive pantomime—all, all were there,
and there in the greatest perfection. It vvas in-
deed a pas de fascination, and never did
Canto look, or dance, or act, more fascinatingly
than she did last evening. The pus was a
perfect triumph, and at its conclusion bouquets innumer-
able-were showered upon the stage.- She was most effi-
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worthy of Mephistopheles himself. In the next
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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. :An
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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
Alma, 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.