CHARLEY'S OLD 'AUNT AT THE ROYALTY.

_Charley's Aunt_, by Mr. BRANDON THOMAS, is distinctly related to _The

Private Secretary_; and Mr. PENLEY, as _Lord Babberley_, is second cousin

to the _Rev. Mr. Spalding_, who, as the Private Secretary, obtained so

distinguished a position in the theatrical world not so many years ago. As

a play, _The Private Secretary_ had a strange history, seeing that it began

as a failure, had an Act cut out of it, and, surviving this severe

operation, grew into an enormous success, then went "so strong" as to be

able to keep on running in London, the Provinces, our Colonies, and

America, for some years.

_Charley's Aunt_, however, has experienced no such downs and ups, being

born to the rouge-pot as heiress of the great success which _The Private

Secretary_ had only gradually, though surely, achieved. Yet 'tis a matter

for question whether the latter was not the better piece, dramatically, of

the two, having, besides its own comic situations, two irresistibly

diverting characters, represented by little PENLEY and mountainous HILL,

both playing into one another's hands.

There are very few comparatively dull moments in _Charley's Aunt_, and

these arise from faulty construction necessitating occasional explanations

which come as dampers in the midst of the uproarious fun whereat the house

has been shaking its sides and even weeping with laughter. And the

awkwardness of these pauses in the action is still further emphasised by

their being filled up with either commonplace narrative, or with a kind of

cheap sentimentality quite at variance with the general tone of the piece.

Were this slight blemish removed, the longevity of _Charley's Aunt_ would,

it is more than probable, equal that of _The Private Secretary_.

[Illustration: LIKE AS TWO P'S!

_The Private Secretary._ "Excuse me, Madam? but, d'you know, I fancy you

must be a connection of mine--I see such a resemblance to our family. I am

the Rev. Robert Spalding!"

_Lord Fancourt Babberley._ "Oh yes; and I'm Charley's Aunt, and Robert's

Cousin."

_The P. S._ "Dear me! Fancy that!"]

All the parts are well played. Mr. BRANDON THOMAS has not given himself

much of a chance as _Colonel Chesney_, who bears a strong family

resemblance to the heavy dragoon in the _Pantomime Rehearsal_. The young

men, Messrs. PERCY LYNDAL and FARMER, have plenty of "go"--it would be

"little go" were they Cantabs--as the two undergraduates, young enough to

be still up at College completing their education, yet old enough to

propose and be accepted as eligible husbands. But in a rattling three-act

farce as this is intended to be, any exaggeration is sufficiently probable

as long only as it is thoroughly amusing; and, it be added, in such a

piece, sentiment is as much out of place as would be plain matter-of-fact

conduct or dialogue. To see Mr. PENLEY in the elderly Aunt's dress is to

convulse the house without his uttering a word. To see him enjoying himself

with the young ladies while threatened by their lovers, who cannot take

them away without compromising themselves, is delicious. Then, when after

dinner he is alone with the ladies, and having been informed by the

scout--capitally impersonated by Mr. CECIL THORNBURY--in a whisper, what

story it is that the gentlemen find so amusing, he goes into fits of

laughter, and subsequently, when after one of the ladies has told a story

which makes the girls laugh, he inquires "Is that all?" and being answered

that it is, he cannot refrain from expressing, in very strong language, his

opinion of the stupidity of the anecdote he has just heard, and then is

seized with a perfect convulsion of laughter,--in all this he is most

heartily joined by the entire audience, who laugh with him and at him.

Altogether in this piece Mr. PENLEY is inimitably and irresistibly funny.

The piece has one other merit which is not the least among its attractions,

that is, that it begins at nine punctually and is over by eleven, thus

yielding two hours of all-but continuous merriment.

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