New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1881-01-15

a xV waste of rock aud iuin-heari call thee
To make my marriage prosper to my wish'
CHORUS. ,
Ar,emis! Artemisi hear her, Ephesan Artems'
But Gamma has drugged the marriage col WIN
deadly poison, and it Is drained by Ootn tue 9rlao
and bridegroom when due libatiOn has been ade 70
the goddess at whose altar stand the prieste's ana
the tributary king The conclusion of tue play ls
singuarly fne. magnificent from scenic pom! on
view in every detail acted from first to last in the
trne spirit of the poem, and charged to the bnm
with the almost extingushed fire Of tragic poetry.
Thou hast drunk deep enough to make me happy.
Dost thou not feel the love bear " thee
Glow through thy veinsi x
The love bear 10 thee
But wherefore slur the per Get ceremonyi
The Sovereign Of Galatla veds his Queen.
Let oil b. done to the full st. ~ the sight
~ 49, THIS pain, what Ia 1t again
7 had a touch Of this last year III Rome
Yes. YES :; your arm reel beneath the weight
OF utter joy-thls all too happy day, ,,,,, n,..
Crown, Queen, at once A moment,t VIII pass
o, all ye Gods Jupiter Jnpiter'
Dost thou cry out upon the godsof Rome
That art CALLAHAN born Our Artems
Has vapquished their D snwc1,x
am poisoned. Let her moi dy:
GAMMA
Have not drunk OF the saline cup with theel
sYNoRlx.
Az. by the godsi She. to-; too!
1urderous mad woman. pray you. lift me.
Ard make me walk awhile I have heard these posons
"a' 10 ""'-'' My feet are tons Of lead.
They will break IN the earth. | am sinking Hold Inc.
Too late Thought myself wise
womans dupe. Autonn-, tell the senst" ,, ,.,o.
I have been to R0ne-Tould nave been truer
To her-if--G- Thou art coming my way too
Gamma! Good nsht' c.vv.
Same wayi Crawl, wOrm' crawl down thine own dark
70 the U,1 lowest he'll My Lord Antonius,
meant thee to have fo SS ell %i Ter Illus
Il we m 1ns a GO V9ne ea 'IV viii 90
To meet the h@ n'eT erownd victor Of will
Ga my last voyage but the wind has Jailed;
R Row to Inc Blessed Isles the Blessed Isles
| There league on league OF ever-shin1g shores,
| Beneath cverrising sun see hlm,
Why comes he not to meet me 1t Is the crown
Ofends him. aud my hands are TOO sleepy
| Gamma! Gamma slnpatus sinnatus!
| And so the curtain falls upon double death and
| magnificent picture.
IL would require an extremely well-balanced ma
ture and siueuary unexeiiable disposition to par,
literature the decoration and the acting OF this very
| remarkable production. If ever there, was play
that from its intrinsic merits demanded second II
landscape of Mr. W. Telbin and the decorative
splendor of Mr. Halves Craven's temple of Artemis
concentrated essence of such ascinatng art as that
of Sir Frederick Leighton and MIR. Alma Tadema IN
a breathing and tangible form Not only do the
grapes grow before u.s. and the myrtlcs blossom the
| snow mountains change from silver-whitc at day
| time to rOseate hues at dawn: not only are the
Pagan ceremonies enacted before us with n
reality and fidelity that almost battle de-
scrlption, but in the midst of all this
scenic alluremeut glide the classical draperies
exact representative of the period she enacts, while
following her find the eager glances of the fate
haunted Mr.. Irving. The pictures that dwell on the
memory are countless. and not to De eaced IN spell
OF wlchery by any of the most Wanted productions
of the stage, III an era devoted to archaeology.
| We see as we travel back through this enchanting
| vista the first meeting of SynorIx and Camma-he
with his long red hair and haunting eyes, his weird,
pale face and swathes of leopard skinsshe with her
1 o,f,z oh had in
a drapery, seaweed tinted with complex ion as clear
| Us in one of sir Frederick Leighton's classical
natural natural. w" We remember Gamma as she recned on
the low couch with her harp, moaning sbOut her hus-
bands late coming, and can recall the hungry eyes OF
| Syuorix as he drank in the magic OF her presence.
| All was good here, the tenderness OF the woman.
the wicked eageruess of her lover the quick iupul-
| sive energy Of the husband Difficult as it was to
study any thing of the acting when so much had to
be set A. still it felt that Mr. Irving, Mr. Terrss
| and Miss Ellen Terry ad well opened the tragedy
long before the first curtain fell. There were time
| and opportunity, at any rate, 10 comprehend the
subtety of Mr. Irving expression IN that long solil-
| oquy, how well it was broken up and how face ac-
corded with action when Sinnatus lay dead and the
| frightened Gamma had fled to the sanctuary OF the
| Temple. With the first act but little fault could
| possibly be found THE fastdious among the audi
ence that complained of duness and want OF action
| possibly forr that while their eyes were feastng
On the scenery their were closed to the poetry,
| and on another visit will confess how much
| lost to them. With the aid of the text
| the beauties hidden for the moment VIII re-
appear. AS for the second act with its groupings.
its grace, Its centre figures aud surroundings, its
| hymns to Artemis, Its chants and professions, we
are inclined to doubt If tho stage has ever gwen to
educated tastes so rare treat. In old days such
pictures might have been caviare to the general pub
lie but the public at the Lyceum is of culture
| and very high order of intelligence. Such poems
ara necessarily for the fastidious and the elegant
mind and scholarship; but granted the right of the
stage to demand such poetic studies 1t would be I'm
possible for modern scenic art to give them more
| splendOr and completeness Esthetic tastes have
had their necessary ridcule and banter for every
thing that Is affected is hateful TO the ordinary Eng
| when Miss Ellen Terry, yelled rs the Callahan
| priestess stands by the incense-bearlng tripod,
| and Mr.. Henry Irving. robed in the scarlet OF
Rome's tributary king comes to demand
his pected BRIDE. there Is an aiming at
the beautiful and thorough most creitaole In ITSELF
and distinctly worthy Of respect. Everything TN.
selly and merely theatrical disappeared from the
stage before 1t strange but still 1t was reai
| there was not one tawdry or incomplete moment IN
the play and scarcely whisper could be heard as
the subtle poison working through the veins OF the
crowned Synorix gave Mr. Irving an opportunity Tor
powerfully studied death. or when the sight OF the
dead lover made of Camma's last wall of hatred q
1 poem in action. So strange and novel was the
| whole story, different from all the stage has
gwen and all the traditions of the theatre ut
| terly unorthodOx and unconventional, that there
| may possibly 20 up cry to MIR: Irving TO
curtail the dramatic poem. to shorten and
cOndense. It will be said that when s,ynorix
long; it will be urged that Miss Ellen Terry il I'M
like Ristor. and does not approach the story from the
same standpoint OF course she does not her nature
and her art entirely different but still the gene
raj complaint, il indeed there Is any: will be for
compression and more action. But action Is inpos,
L h. rIau had haQ