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SELECT Plays of William SMAKSPEARE, say, that in the difficult task of writing for the wiru Notes, &c. (Burns).- This is a very young—and how difficult it is only they who agreeable gift- book for young readers. The have attempted it know-she has entirely sucvolume contains five plays, namely, Macbeth, ceeded. Like all thoroughly good children's King John, Henry the Fifth, Richard the Third, books, it is interesting to adult readers, appealand Julius Cæsar'; each being preceded by an ing to the domestic affections, best sympathies, explanatory introduction. The choice is in most and all the higher emotions of our nature. respects judiciously made, especially as we trust the generation has passed away who studied
Adams's GUIDE TO TILE WATERING PLACES history-instead of, or as well as, the Truths or ENGLAND, INCLUDING THE Isle of Max which are yet more enduring-in the immortal
AND THE CHANNEL ISLANDS. (Adams, Fleei. pages of our Greatest Bard. It is curious to street.)--A well timed and most acceptable roreflect how much fact has come to light which lume, including a guide map to the Isle of was hidden from him who wrote two centuries Wight, and many valuable hints to travellers. and a half ago, and what new opinions are
The attractions of the various favourite places of gaining ground among shrewd thinkers; but, summer and autumn resort are set forth very making this allowance, we must repeat that the clearly. selection is a happy one, so far as it is likely to The Odd Fellow's RECITER AND FIRErouse the interest and cultivate the taste of a .young mind. A memoir of Shakspeare is in- dell. Part II. (Brittain, London ; T. Tueddell,
SIDE COMPANION. Edited by George Twedcluded, and the volume iş got up with the Stokesly.) -- This is the second number of a peelegance always remarkable in Mr. Burns' pub- riodical, which, cheap as it is, deserves to run lications.
through many volumes. The collection seems STORY OF THE SEASons; by H. G. Adams, a very judicious one, and yet presents so great a Author of the Poetry of Flowers, &c., &c? variety that all tastes are likely to be gratified. (Johnston, Paternoster-row.)-This is a charm- Ancient and modern authors, dead and living ing little book for juvenile readers, and is dedi- ones, are alike pressed into the service. Gray cated very prettily” and appropriately to Mary and Eliza Cooke jostle together, and Hood and Howitt, who has so often and so successfully Campbell are to be found with their worthy employed her womanly genius for their amuse
successor, Charles Mackay; and the humble but ment and instruction. “ The Story of the true bard, Critchley Prince, is here associated Seasons” reminds us, in style and purpose, of with the patrician's favourite, Thomas Moore. the “ Story without an End;" and we hardly know how to bestow on it higher praise.
THE PARLOUR LIBRARY. (Simms and
M'Intyre.)-The last volume of this excellent The Youtu's Story TELLER; Edited by publication has reached us too late for a careful George Tweddell. (Richardson, Bishopsgate.) review; we must therefore defer our task till This is a collection of moral and interesting next number
, meanwhile announcing“ Tales of tales for young people, a few being written for the Munster Festivals," by Gerald Griffin, as the volume, and now published for the first the last acquisition to the series. time. We must confess, however, that these are not the jewels of the book; and no wonder, Miss Martineau. (E. Moxon.)- The work be
EASTERN Life, PRESENT AND Past; by when it includes choice extracts from Charles fore us is, we think, calculated to extend the Dickens, Douglas Jerrold, Washington Irving; popularity of the author. It is not a mere epheand, among the writers of the last century, meral book of travels, such as the world has Goldsmith and Johnson : provincial writers, of been deluged with of late; it is full of deep only provincial celebrity, are little likely to shine in such exalted company. It is, however, a well The spirit of Christianity, the deep, devotional
thought, of matter that deserves attentive study. selected volume, and does the editor great credit. The very miscellaneous character of its contents mind and character, peculiarly fitted her for a
feeling, which form the basis of Miss Martineau's ought to insure it a large sale.
pilgrimage to the Holy Land: and it will require How to Win Love, or Rhoda's LESSON;
in the reader a faith as large, as deep a devoA STORY FOR THE YOUNG. By the Author of : tional feeling, to enter into and appreciate the “ Michael the Miner,” &c., &c. (Arthur Hall enthusiasm and reverence felt by Miss Marand Co.)—Another book for juvenile readers, of tineau upon her entrance into the Holy Land. which just now there seems to be a flood; but She says – we are glad of the opportunity of expressing our
Never were the rarest and most glorious flowers opinion emphatically, that “ Rhoda's Lesson” is a valuable acquisition to the Nursery Library. at all this day-the weeds of our hedges and ditches
so delightful to my eyes as the weeds I was looking The author is well known in literary circles for and fields; for I knew that in His childhood He her versatile genius, and it is no small praise to niust have played among them; and that in his man
hood he must have been daily familiar with them., the rush of a host of new ideas. But for all between **** I already saw that vision which never after these two extremes of levity and wisdom, a Nile wards left me while in Palestine-of One walking voyage is as serious a labour as the mind and spirits under the terraced hills, or drinking at the wells, or can be involved in; a trial even to health and temper, resting under the shade of the olives; and it was such as is little dreamed of on leaving home. The truly a delight to think that besides the palm and the labour and care are well bestowed, however ; for the oleander and the prickly pear, he knew, as well as thoughtful traveller can hardly fail of returning from we do, the poppy and the wild rose, the cyclamen, Egypt a wiser, and therefore a better man. the bindweed, the various grasses of the wayside, and the familiar thorn. This, and the new and astonishing As, on her entrance into Palestine, Miss Marsense of the familiarity of his teachings-a thing | tineau feels her mind elevated by nearer comwhich we declare and protest about at home, but can munion with Him who once lived and moved never adequately feel-brought me nearer to an in- amidst those scenes, so on her entrance into sight and understanding of what I had known by Sinai does she feel the presence and spirit of heart from my infancy, than perhaps any one can conceive who has not tracked his actual footsteps.
Moses around her; whom, in her enthusiasm
for the man, and her gratitude for his intluence Miss Martineau has not visited the East for upon his nation, she clothes with the attributes recreation only; there is an earnestness of pur- pertaining to a Christian and later age, rather pose in all she does and says that evinces a than to the stern lawgiver of the Hebrews. We higher idea of life's purpose than the pursuit or will not quarrel with her for a hero worship, of attainment of pleasure. The opportunity of ac- which we have too little in the present age, but companying some friends in their travels thither will transcribe the “Sunday at Sinai,” to which was embraced by her with avidity, and the pre- we refer : sent work, the product of those travels, shows that such opportunity was not lightly esteemed. unaltered and unalterable character. There it is,
The great interest of the Sinai region lies in its The true spirit of inquiry animated and directed feature by feature, the same as when those events all her researches. Fatigue and danger never occurred which make it holy ground. In every other daunted her; she seems to have borne physical scenery there is more or less change, from one thouexertion with the equanimity and indifference of sand years to another. The country is cleared, or a martyr, and to have viewed all things couleur cultivated, or peopled ; even the everlasting Nile de rose. The following extract may be useful to changes its course. But here, where there is neither those who have any idea of visiting Egypt. clearing nor cultivation, nor settled people, where it
seems as if volcanic action only could make new feaI met everywhere at home people who think, as Itures in the scene, and where volcanic action does did before I went, that between books, plates, and not seem probable, there is no impediment to one's the stiff and peculiar character of Egyptian archi. seeing Sinai as it was when Moses there halted his tecture and sculpture, Egyptian art may be almost as people. And I did so sce Sinai during the memo. well known and conceived of in England as on the rable Sunday we spent there. Turning my back on spot. I can only testify, without hope of being be- the convent, and forgetting the wretched superstitions lieved, that it is not so; that instead of ugliness of the monks, I looked abroad that day with the eyes found beauty ; instead of the grotesque, I found the of a disciple of Moses, who had followed his footsolemn; and where I looked for rudeness, from the steps from Memphis hither; and I saw more than primitive character of Art, I found the sense of the by many years' reading of the Pentateuch at home. soul more effectually reached than by works which How differently the Pentateuch here reads from the are the result of centuries of experience and experi. same worn old bible which one has handled for fivement. The mystery of this fact sets one thinking and-twenty years, I could not have imagined: the laboriously, I may say painfully. Egypt is not the light from Egypt and Arabia shining into it illumicountry to go to for recreation of travel; it is too nates unthought-of places, and gives a new and most suggestive and too confounding to be met but in the fresh colouring to the whole. I little thought ever spirit of study. One's powers of observation sink to have seen so much of Moses as I did this day, under the perpetual exercise of thought; and the within sight of Arab tents, like those in which he and lightest-hearted voyager, who sets forth from Cairo | Zipporah and their children lived when first here eager for new scenes and days of frolic, comes back with Jethro's flocks; within sight of the same peaks an antique, a citizen of the world of six thousand which were landmarks to the wandering tribes; and of years ago, kindred with the mummy. Nothing but the same Wadees where they rested, and surrounded large knowledge and sound habits of thought can by the very same mountain springs whence they save him from returning perplexed and borne down; | brought water for themselves and their flocks. The unless indeed it be ignorance and levity. A man wells within the convent seem to have been always who goes to shoot crocodiles and flog Arabs, and eat inexhaustible ; yet I dare say some of the Hebrew ostrich's eggs, looks upon the monuments as so many women and children discovered the ice-cold spring strange old stone-heaps, and comes back “bored to behind, which has no doubt lain in its shadowy nook death with the Nile,” as we were told we should be ; since Horib was upreared. I wonder whether it was he turns back from Thebes, or from the first cataract, fringed with ferns when the Hebrew women saw it, perhaps without having ever seen the cataract, when as it is now. It was a tempting place for gossipwithin a mile of it, as in a case I kpow; and he pays for sitting down in the shade to talk over the combis crew to work night and day to get back to Cairo | forts of Goshen, and the verdure of Egypt, and as fast as possible. He may return gay and unworn; | pointing out the dreariness of this place, and reand so may the true philosopher, to whom no tidings minding one another how unwillingly they and their of man in any age come amiss; who has no preju- husbands had been to leave Egypt, foreseeing that dices to be painfully weaned from, and an imagina- they should only get into trouble by trying a new tion too strong to be overwhelmed by mystery, and country. In yonder plain was the crowd of dark, low tents, with no tabernacle yet in the midst. | Jericho: for the waters of Lake Houle rattle down a Among the neighbouring Wadees were the herdsmen long descent for eight of the ten miles which lie bedispersed, tending their flocks every day of the week; tween it and the sea of Tiberias; and then again for as yet there was no Subbath. This, and very flow down a descent all the way to the Dead Sea ; much more, did I see on that Sunday at Sinai; much but even here, at the upper end of the Jordan valley, that I could not have seen if I had been a contempo- there was moisture and marsh and aquatic produce on rary disciple of Moses; much that can be seen only every hand. On the richest of the pastures were by the light of an after age, of the educational pur- feeding the flocks of the Bedouins, while the black poses and processes for which the Hebrews were tents of the herdsmen speckled the uplands. The acacia brought here. Here in some nook, which had been and the plane began to draw together in clumps, his haunt while watching his flocks, sat Moses in and spread a broader shade. The cranes waded in those days, overlooking the flock which he was now taller grass, and winged their flight in larger flocks. to lead as the Shepherd of Men. How intense must Fat buffalo wallowed in the pools; and innumerable have been his sense of solitude here! No longer little tortoises perked up their impudent heads from learning, in congenial companionship, “all the wis- every streamlet and swamp. Men and boys stood dom of the Egyptians,” but alone; be, the only wise almost hidden in the canebrakes, cutting reeds; ants and the only earnest man among a multitude who had swarmed in the tracks, and shining lizards darted no wisdom and no virtue; he, a man of fine organiza- about among the stones at the skirts of the hills. tion, of gentle rearing, of timid nature, “looking before Here and there were long reaches of tilled land, and after," and overwhelmed with what he saw, how where the people were busy among their barley crops ; could be sustain himself under his charge? Without and the smokes of two or three hamlets arose from irreverence, we may attribute to him the sustaining promontories that jutted out into the streams which thought which was uttered by one long after him: were making their way to the Jordan. ...... To-day “ The world bath not known thee; but I have known we crossed the valley of the Jordan at its northern thee." Retired into the mountain to pray, he saw end, which is closed in by mount Hermon, now beneath him-not the gleaming lake, on whose shores called Djebel Sheikh. The place where we took our were those whom he was to make “ fishers of men;" mid-day rest was the ancient Dan. We now knew not fields " white unto the harvest,” but only parched the country from Dan to Beersheba. At the ex. wilds thronged with people from whom he could tremity of the valley, the mountains gradually subchoose none to help him and carry out his work. side, their lower slopes being wooded hills, which we That land of the lake and ripening fields lay, not be skirted during the latter part of this day's ride. We neath him, but far away in the future-seen only in were now familiar with the course of the Jordan, faith, and never to be entered by him ; his supports from its springs—which we were about to visitmust therefore be from faith and benevolence; from to its present southern limit, the Dead Sea, and his trust in God and his love to his brethren ; and again, to the point where it is believed to have once we may hope and believe that amidst his anxieties flowed into the Red Sea at Akaba. We had in and tremblings, his doubts of himself and his shame Edom travelled in its ancient channel - that channel for the people under his charge, these were enough. which has been dry for some thousands of years, We may trust that he had his hours of comfort and and now we were visiting its sources. Before we high hope in his mountain retirements. It is impos- reached the first of these, we crossed a fine old sible to avoid endeavouring to enter into his mind, bridge, of three arches, roughly paved at the top, when on the spot of his meditations. We cannot and without any parapet, though it sprang to a great help “ looking before and after," from his point of height above the rushing river. Its yellow stone view, by the light which he himself has given us, the contrasted finely with the dark green of the thickets glory which shines from his face even upon our time, which covered the banks of the stream; and the probrightened as it is by that greater light which after- fusion of the blossoms of the oleander cast a pink wards arose “to enlighten the Gentiles, and glorify glow over these dark thickets. Several herdsmen the people of Israel."
had brought their cattle down to drink ; and men and Miss Martineau is a graphic and lively nar- cattle were reposing in the shade. It was an ex. rator, and we feel she is faithful in her descrip- the Jordan which we reached was at Tel-el-Kader.
quisite picture. The first of the supposed sources of tions of scenery; her book abounds with pic- A pretty wooded hill, level at the top, rises from the tures, which have the vividness of reality; they plain ; and from its base issue some abundant springs, read like transcripts of the actual scene; every which dash forward among stones so as to make a palm-tree grows in its true place; we see and rapid. Here we staid some time to rest ; and I sat enter into the admirations of the author, yet at on a large stone in the water, watching the bubbling the same time we feel that had she possessed out of the spring among the ferns and rock-fissures, more imagination, more of poetic inspiration, we and shaded by a fig-tree loaded with green fruit. might have had more glowing pictures of eastern From thence to Panias — the Cæsaria Philippi of scenery, without the sacrifice of truth. We will the New Testament--our ride was through scenery rehere give two of her panoramic views, which im- sembling that which we had called park-land, between
Nazareth and Mount Carmel. We had the same pressed us much with their beauty and novelty. slopes, broken banks, shady hollows, and sunny UPPER VALLEY OF THE JORDAN.
glades—and the same wild flowers by the way-side.
We had long seen the great Saracenic Castle of The character of the scenery had now entirely Painas on its mountain top, looking almost too high changed, and become something quite new to us. to be reached by man or beast. As we approached The flatness of the valley reminded us, through this we found another castle below, standing beside the and the succeeding day, of all the scripture imagery village: and ancient ruins appeared to be scattered relating to fertility which we had not seen exemplified here and there, far and wide over the gloriously in the higher and the drier western regions. Even beautiful scene.' Out of Poussin's pictures, I never here, we were on high ground compared with that saw anything in the least like the scene, as we looked part of the Jordan valley which we had struck at at it from under the shade of the olive grove wherein
Amusements of the Month.
our tents were pitched. Yet Poussin himself, who the cemetery ; and thence looking back, saw a picput more objects distinctly into his landscapes than ture which appeared as if it must melt away in its any other painter, could not have included all that own beauty. It is this view which makes Mahomwas here harmoniously combined by Nature's master. medans declare Damascus to be the first of their four hand-the deep shadow from beneath which we terrestrial paradises. The rich yellow city, with its looked forth; the undulating ground; the bigh grass forty minarets, springs up from the midst of the and weeds ; the ravine below; the massive peaked glorious verdure which looks as thick as a forest for ruin near; the red rocks in front; the western moun- miles round. Verdure springs up within the city tains; the town on its terrace, embosomed in woods too; and a village here, a mosque there, and there a and hills; the poplar clump; the mulberry grove; bridge, or a reach of road or water, peeps out from the gay horseman fording the stream, and the high amidst the surrounding wood; so that the intergrounds backing all—this combination was magnifi. mingling of city and forest is most tempting to the cent. In Europe, how far would travellers go to see fancy, as well as delicious to the eye. Beyond the such a landscape !
oasis lies the plain; and beyond the yellow plain, the Approach to Damascus. Our rides were always tinted hills on every side: their hues soft and recharming—the green tracks winding among orchards pressed, as if to set off the brilliancy of the gem and fields, coming out sometimes on a little green which lies in the midst. I never saw anything like eminence, and sometimes on a meadow, or a bridge, this again--anything nearly so sweet and gay. We or a reach of the river. The old trees, ponds, passed over the same spot in leaving the city ; but water-courses, and grassy nooks were very English, the morning light was not favourable to it, and it on the whole, but luxuriant beyond English imagina- was not like the same scene. tion. One tree in the city-a plane, growing in the
We cannot conclude our imperfect notice of middle of a bazaar-was measured by us, and found this interesting work, without expressing our finest of our rides was that which showed us the gratitude, not only for the pleasure derived from celebrated view in the city from above the suburb of its perusal, but for the knowledge we have the Salaheeyah. We rode for nearly an hour through gained from it. We feel that Miss Martineau narrow streets, and past many mosques, before we
has brought the East nearer to us, by giving us found ourselves outside the city. Then we ascended such living pictures of its scenery and character the hill side, not as high as the grottoes, but above that cannot readily be effaced.-M. T.
Royal ITALIAN OPERA,
Steffanoni having declined the parts. When
will artistes learn that real merit is never deWeek by week now adds to the operatic at- graded by an inferior position, and that it is the tractions and novelties. In the early part of the impersonator who elevates the part, not the part month Alboni essayed a new character, and the actor? Moreover, these wars among the once more cast her spells over the public in members endarger the well-being of the whole Cenerentola. From the very commencement body. Witness the peril in which Viardot she carried away all hearts,
Una volta c'era Garcia's first success was placed in consequence un Re” sufficing to convince the audience that of Mario and others being non est inventus, at she must succeed throughout. This was no least for all operatic purposes. As the debut of light conquest ; Cenerentola has been the test of this lady after her long retirement from our prime donne for many years. But so completely shores is the most interesting event of the has Alboni triumphed, that even the Times, the month, we here give a characteristic extract from fastidious Times, places her at “the top of the our enthusiastic contemporary, the Musical tree,” and vows that she surpasses even Sontag Worldand Malibran. Her singing of the delicious “Non piu mesta” is chronicled unanimously as
First then, every seat in the house was occupied, being a specimen of artistic vocalization per- Dowager was present: her Majesty's box was occu
and every standing place secured. The Queen fectly dazzling, her wonderful voice -- which pied, and most of the real Opera frequenters who combines the resources of a soprano and con- are found in the ranks of the nobility, were tralto, without either being impaired-having among the spectators. Among the visitors of rank supported her through mazes of fioriture, which and renown we espied the Dowager Countess of a common ear can scarcely follow. Salvi, as the Essex. Grisi and Alboni were among the most in. Prince, exhibited his usual refined and tasteful 'terested of all the lookers-on. At last Costa as. acting; and the whole opera was sustained in cended the rostrum, struck his baton against his the careful manner which characterizes the desk, waved his hand, and the band commenced the Covent Garden troupe. One exception, how- opening prelude: but neither band, nor chorus, nor ever, may be made. The two sisters of Cene- scenery was heeded, and the whole house looked one rentola were apportioned disadvantageously, and mingled mass of anxiety, until Pauline Garcia ap. inferior singers thus produced a flaw in what mendous. She stood for several minutes bowing to
peared from the cottage. Her reception was trewould else have been a perfect representation. the applauses that rained over her, and it was evident, Rumour attributes this to the various jealousies from some cause or other, that an extreme degree of of the vocalists, prima and seconde, Corbari and nervousness had seized on her. Her trembling was
apparent to all parts of the house. Her first notes Pauline Garcia to Malibran, in the evidence of that were listened to with breathless anxiety. In the consummate art which made the latter the Queen of recitative she was evidently unable to sing: her touc Song. And in this we shall be borne out by every was uncertain, wavering, and devoid of power and musician who heard the performances on Tuesday. quality. The good-natured applause she received Such novel and extraordinary passages, such daring appeared to revive her sinking spirits, and in the flights into the regions of fioriture, together with "Come per me sereno" she gave several indications chromatic runs ascending and descending, embracing of the finest art and musicianly skill. But these the three registers of the soprano, mezzo-soprano, foretelling evidences escaped the general mass, and the and contralto, we have not heard since the days of impression the singer made was, literally, next to Malibran. Even here we question if Pauline Garcia nothing. The curtain fell on the first act, and though is not a greater mistress of her art than her sister. Madame Pauline Garcia was called for, disappoint. When we have heard her again in the “Sonnam. ment and chagrin was painted on every visage. bula," and still more in parts in which she is reputed “And is this the singer," apostrophised many, “who to be beyond all possible comparison transcendant, has been long pronounced by continental Europe the we shall be the better able to judge of the real exgreatest artist in the world, who has come hither to tent of her genius and powers. As yet she has been push Lind from her stool, and to make the stars of but half-heard. But if her general powers be yet Grisi and Alboni turn pale with affright!" “Wait sub-judice, we can, however, pronounce upon the awhile," returned some stander-by, who appeared to perfection of the final scene. From the first note to have an inkling of the truth ; " wait till all is done- | the last her singing was irreproachable, and her acting don't be premature!" The second act was a great was exquisitely truthful and beautiful. The reci, improvement, but did not come within many degrees tative preceding the largo, “ Ab! non credea,” and of public expectation. The effect of the nervous- the largo itself, were marvellous specimens of sotto ness was still traceable, and though the singing and voce singing, never surpassed, if equalled, by Grisi or acting was occasionally good, the audience were far Jenny Lind. The cadences introduced here were in from being satisfied. But all this while there was, to strict keeping with the solemnity of the situation, and the initiated, glimpses of transcendant genius, and the simple character of the music. One cadence, consummate art. The first scene of sonnambulism, embracing the whole extent of the voice, from the as far as the acting went, was exquisitely beautiful, lowest to the highest note, including two octaves and and brought us back Malibran, brightly and vividly. six notes, and executed with slowness, had an exBut then, the voice of the singer did not obey the dic- traordinary effect. The acting of Pauline Garcia in tates of art. The sotto voce lost all its pathos and this scene we have not seen equalled since the death beauty for want of steadiness and intonation. Some of Malibran. The impression it produced upon ourmagnificent points were made in the first finale. The selves we shall never forget. It was not until this slow recovery from sleep was most truthfully acted, scene that the audience began truly to warm into en. and the surprise and astonishment at finding herself thusiasm. From this to the end Pauline Garcia before so many strangers, in a strange place, and created a furore that it is impossible to describe. Her again her burst of joy at beholding Elvino, were " Ah! non giunge” was received with shrieks, depicted with astonishing force and great nature. rather than shouts of applause. She had touched her Still a wet blanket had been thrown over the audience hearers at last. She was called for twice, and a third by the previous efforts of the vocalist, and wet call being made, she repeated the “ Ah ! non giunge" blankets are not so soon taken off, nor do they dry with increased acclamation. She was again recalled with the first burst of sunshine. The audience got and received with showers of bouquets. up a display-but there was no furore. Pauline Garcia was called for, but still her admirers scowled.
FRENCH PLAYS. It would be ungenerous to speak in depressing terms of Signor Flavio, who, not belonging to the operatic
Monsieur Achard and Mademoiselle Desirée corps, took the part of Elvino at a moment's notice, are the new attractions here: they, with a third else could we prove how much the performance of companion, M. Julien Deschamps, are engaged this tenor militated against the Amina of Pauline in transplanting the vaudevilles of the Gymnase Garcia—the heroine having so much to depend upon to Mr. Mitchell's prettiest of prettiest theatres. her lover in the two first acts. Luckily for the ex. M. Achard is a true comedian, a veritable reflex hibition of Tuesday the tenor has little or nothing to of the comic side of nature; not nature travesdo with the soprano in the last scene ; and it is to this tied and broadened into farce, as many of our cause- the being left to her own resources—that we must attribute the immense success of Pauline Garcia popular favourites pourtray it. In Christophe le in the whole of this scene—the great display of the Cordier the niceties and truthful vividness of "Sonnambula.” And here, whatever may be the French comic acting were brought out by him opinion of other critics, we at once declare it as our with excellent effect. His very entrance, singing assured belief, that Pauline Garcia was as great in this as he twists his ropes, was the perfection of scene as ever her sister was, if we except a lack of that nature. The plot of the story, at first obscure, overwhelming power Malibran used to exhibit in the unwinds itself gradually; but we need not enter “Oh! non giunge,” and in which she far surpassed into particulars, as an Anglicised version, under every other singer we ever heard. With this excep- the title of the “Scarecrow," has been performed tion Pay'ine Garcia's performance of the last scene of the sonnambula” was equal to Malibran’s. We tophe le Cordier” has all the characteristics of the
at the Lyceum. Suffice it to say, that “Chrisdiscovered the same intensity, the same passionate vaudeville-rare, quiet drollery, a little pathos, fervour, the same absorbing depth of feeling: we heard the same tones whose naturalness and pathos a combination of pretty ephemeral music, and stole into our very heart of hearts : we saw the same lively dialogue. French light comedy has this abstraction, the same abandonment, the same rap- advantage over our English performances, that turous awakening to joy, to love, and to devotion. the whole effect is equal; all the subordinate And still more are we satisfied in rightly comparing actors sustaining their parts with a degree of