The Sun. — 1835-02-10 (London, England)

THEATRES.  FRENCH PLAYS-LYCEUM AND ENGLISH  OPERA HO USE. The tragedy of Othello was repeated here last night, and M. Lemaitre again presented himself before a moderately full audience, in a character purely tragical. Tragedy is decidedly not M. Lemaitre's forte--in comedy he is fortissimo ; then why should he neglect a line of the drama in which he is doubtless richly provided, and in which he has no compeer, for one hi which he is certainly not pre-eminent, and 'iii which, as certainly, mediocrity is hardly tolerable? In Shakspeare's tragedy, from one little germ of intense, undivided love with which the play sets out, the whole of the stupendous events which occupy its subsequent passages are deduced, not so much by the powerful hand of the author as by the impulse of nature itself—nature in its infinity—of which he was but the inspired delineator. Such is the general sentiment which pervades our recollection of Shakspeare's Othello, but this is the very sentiment which is not reechoed in the production of M. Dumas. We have a passionate father from the beginning, who, indigmutt at his daughter's unworthy choice in the sable Moor, forces her, under the terrors of a brandished dagger, to sign a paper in which she renounces her ill-judged choice, and binds herself to another. This paper, together with a tiara of diamonds, are the evidences of her guilt, which is cast in her teeth in the course of a long dialogue with Othello before he commits the deed of butchery, for so it really was, in a scene almost too horrible for an audience with proper feeling. After this, instead of the denouement as wrought out by Shakspeare —a knocking at the door, to rouse the bewildered murderer from his stupor—we have first a long soliloquy from M. Lemaitre, and then the appearance of the whole host of the dramatis persona, with lights, &c., all in the genteelest time to inform him (he suppoosed to be in his nuptial bed) that his supposed rival was no rival at all, and that his wife's father, who was at first opposed to the match, forgives him and gives him his blessing. The father then asks, where is his daughter ? Othello rushes before the curtains of the bed, and screams out that she is asleep ; the curtains are open, the murder out • the father weeps; Othello stabs himself; crawls to the bedside, kisses the hand of his dead wife, and dies. An injudicious friend in one of the side private boxes here threw a crown of laurel upon the stage, and then set to with beating one of the chairs against the floor, and calling for M. Lemaitre to come to life again. The cry was foolishly, and we think rather impertinently, persisted in by about half-a-dozen conspicuous individuals, but much to the annoyance of the audience in general. At last M. Lemaitre appeared on the scene for the Baldes Ouvriers (the afterpiece), and bowed; but the laurel crown remained upon the stage.  dutiful respects to an old Uncle. Miss Mordaunt we thought peculiarlyfelicitous in giving point to her chatacter ; but the archness, vivacity, and excessive humour of Mrs. Nesbitt, particularly in her masquerade of the Officer in the duelling scene, elicited the mast rapturous applause. We have seldom seen any thing more effective on the stage at any period than the talent exhibited by this lady last night.  • AVEL • . Mr. Yates brotight ant last night a new one-act burletta, entitled, How do you Manage? ?ront the pen of Mr. Haynes ay;y, This little affair, which excited incessant laughter throughout, was admirably supporic:d by Mrs. Yates, Mrs. Honeys Mr. Yates, and Mr. Buckstone..