St. Paul daily globe. [volume] (Saint Paul, Minn.) 1884-1896, 1885-03-29

Miss Bateman are no longer friends,
though they have for years been on the mos
intimate and kindly terms. / hope it is MOI
true. There should be no cause for jealousy
Oh either hand. Miss Andersons Julia viii
certainly bear comparison with Miss Bate
mans Helen; and it is a far more interest
ing Julia than Miss Batemans was, though
Miss B. did ''let out'' with all hel
might in the do-it- nor-leave-the-t task.
tome scene with Master Walter Poor Col
Bateman,I remember, was very angry on that
night because Miss Sims received so much
applause. This was the occasion when he
was in the pit, wearing his hat ''Take of
your hat, SIR" said a man sitting behind
him. Bateman took off his hat. ''Please to
put it on again." said the previous complain
ant in an aggravating tone. Bateman had a
short mass of hair and it always more or less
stood on end. On this occasion it was more
than less upright, SO that it shut off the other
spectators view of the stage even more than
did his tall English hat.
".
l am favored through the interest of a
friend with the first copy of handsome-look-
ing book, entitled Mary Anderson the story
OF her life and professional career, by I. NJ
Farrar, NJ. A., author of Five Years in Min
nesota. 1t is published by Bogue, the pub
Usher of The Theatre, and dedicated by the
author to Mrs. Hamilton Griffin, Mary Ander-
sons mother. The story of the young
actress life is familiar enough on your side
of the Atlantic. Mr.. Farrar has, however,
surrounded it with a geographic glamor
that is sometimes perhaps a little forced,
but Mr.. Farrar has fluent easy style and
his narrative is fresh and interesting. What
you will be most interested in learning from
his pages is Mary Anderson's impressions,
Everybody has Impressions now of every
body and everything) of England and the
English stage. 1t appears when she resolved
to come to London, she concluded with her
self that elf she attained success, the crown
was set ON all previous triumphs of her art;
If failure were the issue, she would return to
America discredited, if not disgraced, as an
actress" When she arrived in London she
went to see Irving, whose brilliant powers"
filled her with admiration and dread" She
sought distraction in round Of the theaters:
she was fearfully disheartened at everybody
predicting the failure of the play in which she
had elected to appear; she was cheered on
the first nights by pleasant messages of good
wishes, but the overture ''smote her like
dirge." Her reception and the applause that
followed her as the piece went on excited
in her such revulson of feeling that
at one time she could hardly speak. A boy
In the gallery in a pleasant, encouraging
voice cried "speak up.'' She was then re-
called to herself and everybody knows the
rest-a brilliant success.
Mary Anderson's Impressions of Eng
land" have really yet to be told. She likes
the country and is very much impressed with
its historic interest; she is charmed beyond
expression" with rural England. its moss
groves, farm houses, its gray steeples, its
hedge rows, its mighty elms that contrast so
strangely With ''the primeval forests, the
mighty river of her own finest land;" she is
grateful and delighted with the courtesy and
attention she has received from poets, paint
ers and authors; and she is passionate adj
mirer of Dickens. son one occasion at
Stratford-on- Avon, she was in the church
there, when the ancient clerk asked her if
she would mind being locked in
while he went home to his
tea Nothing 10th, she consented, and
remained shut up in the still solemnity of
the place. Kneeling down by the grave of
Shakespeare she took out a pocket Romeo
and Juliet and recited Juliet's death scene
close to the spot where the great master who
created her lay in his long sleep. But pres
entity the wind rose to storm, the branches
of the surrounding trees dashed against the
windows, darkness spread through the
ghostly aisles, and terror-stricken Mary fed
to the door, glad enough to be released by the
returning ianitor."
Mr.. Farrar's book is the tribute of an
ardent admirer-''laid at the feet of youth,
beauty and genius" Considering how Mary
Anderson began her career, as child, in the
mining camps of the Sacramento, she has
indeed achieved a distinction and a success
which are ''full Of the promise of great
career" JOSEPH HATToN.