The Sun.
London, England, 1844-05-28 00:00:00

No. 16,157. LONDON, TUESDAY , EVENING SUN MAY 28, 1844.

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of the piece is said to have been burned with Drury-
lane, we are willing to admit to the old folks that no
such pantomime ever was before, or ever will be again
produced. But it is something to revive the traditionary
points of such a piece. This the Olympic play-bill
assures us has been done ; the comic business of the
orening was well got up, and the dresses and masks
had a fresh appearance that spoke favourably. The
music is said to be revived from the old score. Mr.
Bologna and Mr. Jefferini were the Harlequin and
Clown ; Mr. Hartland was the Pantaloon. The part of
Columbine was very gracefully danced by Miss E.
Gates. The house was well filled, and the pantomime
was favourably received.

SADLER'S WELLS.
" 'Tis true 'tis pity, and - pity 'tis 'tis true," in
those days of enlightenment, we have to announce
the performance •of Macbeth so far away 'from the
aristocratic the " monied"— the " pelf-hoarding"
regions of the West as Sadler's Wells. The lo-
cality is nothing ; the absence of Shakespeare
from the "national ?" theatres is another ; but glad
are we to say that, although there was an audience
so crammed together as to cause many recriminations
at first, the moment the curtain rose, and the develop-
ment of .the ideas of our immortal bard commenced,
the dropping of a pin might have been heard in
the house. Mrs. Warner was the Lady Macbeth,
•Mr. Phelps, the usurper. Few persons who have
watched this lady's stage career can be' at all sur-
prised, when we say that throughout the whole piece
she made tangible to the " readers" of Shakspeare
the creations of his imagination. Mr. Phelps as
Macbeth, displaye.!d much knowledge and study of his
author, but some would feel almost inclined to think
that a slight degree of modulation in some parts of
his delivery might give a little more effect. In say- .
ing this, we mean not in the slightestdegree to depre-
ciate Mr. Phelps' high talents. The dissection of the
tragedy of Macbeth would be an act of pedantry dur-
ing the present reading mania, which increases
and will as time rolls by, but we must say, in sadness
and sorrow, that to see the talent which can at the
present day embody the conceptions of England's—
the world's—intellectual idol; you must walk as far
towards Islington as Sadler's Wells, and turn your '
back upon Grosvenor, -Berkeley; and sundry other
aristocratical and (consequently ?) intellectual squares, •
crescents, and quadrangles. Mrs. Warner delivered
an address after the conclusion of the tragedy With
her usual grace, in which was an expression of regret
for the absence of—can it be called appreciation ?
scarcely—but of attention to the attempts of deve-
loping the ideas of him " who was not for an age, but
for all time." Happy are we to-say that there was
quite enough of the good old leaven—albeit, those .
who manifested it might never have occupied a stall
at the Opera—to appreciate and loudly applaud the
lady at the conclusion of the epilogue. The next -
performance' was that of the Hunter's Bride, or
the Rose of Altenheinz, the music of which was by
Mr. Clement White, and in this case he supported
his honestly earned reputation. Mr. George Forman .
(lately of the Adelphi Theatre) sustained the rather
difficult character of Maximilian Blokk, and
drew down roars of laughter by his quaint
humour. Few men could have more effec-
tively brought out before the audience such
a character as he had to support in this piece.
" Though last, not least," comes Miss Lebatt, who,
both as an actress and a songstress, was appreciated
by every person of taste and feeling. In conclusion,
we shall address ourselves to old English feeling, and
say, if you like to see the best performance of Shah-
spears (at the present time), and the travestied im-
personation of what we see and hear around us passing
every day, go to Sadlers' Wells.

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