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we leave unnoticed the energy and spirit with which MissFaucit bade 

 him go forth and meet the peril that awaited his honourable mission. 



" Go ! 



I would not have thee other than thou art, 

 Living or dying. And if thou shouldst fall 

 Ion. Be sure I shall return. 

 Clemanthe. If thou shouldst fall, 



I shall be happier as the affianced bride 



Of thy cold ashes, than in proudest fortunes." 



In the scene with Adrastus we bitterly felt the want of another 

 Macready, but that we cannot expect ; yet surely some one better 

 than Mr. Dale might be found. Rant and erroneous emphasis did their 

 utmost to mar the excellence of Macready, but it was of too perfect a 

 quality to be much injured by the want of support it was strong 

 enough to stand alone. Witness his address to Adrastus, beginning 



" Thou art not marble, 

 And thou shalt hear me." 



We pass over much of beauty we would willingly notice, but our li- 

 mits forbid us. Now come we to the parting from Clemanthe, pre- 

 vious to his self-sacrifice for the good of his native city. He must 

 indeed have a heart as hard as granite, and as cold as the polar ice- 

 bergs, who did not sympathize with the magnanimous self-devoted 

 prince yielding to duty, though urged by strong affection to a differ- 

 ent course, and rending his soul ere yet he divorced it from his body. 



His delivery of the lines 



"Yes, 

 I have asked that dreadful question," 



excited a thrill in the house such as it has not been often our fortune 

 to see. He was loudly called for at the close of the play, and re- 

 ceived on his appearance with acclamations well deserved by efforts 

 so successful. Of the other actors it is charity to say nothing. 



In the dramatic world nothing of any importance has occur- 

 red since our last. No novelty has been produced, nor is any 10 

 be expected for some months to come, for the season may now be said 

 to be virtually over. Covent Garden has indeed formally closed, 

 and Drury Lane is about to follow its example. At the latter house 

 "The Maid of Artois" continues to be performed, and Madam Mali- 

 bran, according to the terms of her engagement, performs three times 

 a week. The English Opera House is also about to close for a season. 

 The one that is on the eve of expiration has not, we fear, turned out'so 

 profitable as the friends of the republican party who have been per- 

 forming there could wish. Mr. Osbaldeston is understood to be already 

 busy in providing for the next campaign at Covent Garden. He has 

 engaged Mr. C. Kemble, Mr. Sheridan Knowles, and other distin- 

 guished performers. His benefit, at the closing of the theatre, was 

 a benefit in point of fact, which is more than benefits always are. The 

 house was literally crammed. 



M. M. No. 1. If 



