MY DEAR MR. PUNCH,

In producing _The Winter's Tale_ at the Lyceum, that most charming young

actress, Miss MARY ANDERSON, deserves well, not only of her country (if

she insists upon calling England "abroad," like some of her

compatriots), but also of our country, which, I presume, was furthermore

the country of her ancestors. If the shade of Master WILLIAM SHAKSPEARE

will pardon the liberty, the play is a very good one. It has an

interesting plot, with plenty of scope for good acting, good music, and

last, and not least, good scenery. Why it should not have been revived

before I cannot imagine, unless it be that London theatres have men and

not ladies to manage them. Had it been produced in the IRVING _regime_,

Miss ELLEN TERRY could have played--and played well--the parts of

_Hermione_ and _Perdita_; but I fail to see where the name of the lessee

would have come in. _Leontes_ is not a very prominent personage, and

even had it been coupled with _Autolycus_, still the demands upon Mr.

IRVING'S talent would have been insufficient, not only to please

himself, but also (which is of equal importance) to satisfy the

audience.

[Illustration: A Picture from the Stone.]

However, when Miss ANDERSON takes the reins of stage management in to

her own fair and shapely hands, the necessity of providing for a

tragedian of the first class disappears. The "leading man" of her

company is Mr. FORBES-ROBERTSON--a most talented person. He can paint

pictures, and play remarkably well in certain characters. His _Captain

Absolute_ was far from bad, and his _Romeo_ more than good. As _Leontes_

he has a part rather out of his line; but, all things considered, he

fills it very well. It may be objected that he is rather effeminate, and

that his costume would have been more becoming had he worn what the

ladies (I believe) term "half sleeves;" but for all that, his reading of

the character was entirely conscientious, if not absolutely right. But

naturally the success of Saturday evening was Miss ANDERSON, who was as

matronly dignified as _Hermione_, as she was deliciously girlish as

_Perdita_. She "looked" both parts to perfection. It may be my fancy,

but I imagine she has greatly improved since we saw her last in London.

The bass notes of her silvery voice have mellowed, and her attitudes,

always graceful, are seemingly now more spontaneous, and consequently

more natural. Charming as _Juliet_, she is more charming as _Hermione_,

and most charming as _Perdita_. Nothing prettier than her dance in the

"Pastoral Scene" has been seen in a London Theatre for many a long

year.

[Illustration: Young and Harpy.]

And my reference to the "Pastoral Scene," (by Mr. HAWES CRAVEN) recalls

the fact to my mind that all the scenery is excellent. The _Palace of

Leontes_ by Mr. W. TELBIN, is only equalled by Mr. W. TELBIN'S _Queen's

Apartment_, and a wonderful cloth of a roadside with a view of a flock

of sheep grazing on the brow of a hill (again by Mr. HAWES CRAVEN, who

seems to have become Artist in Ordinary to Arcadia), is not more

remarkable than Mr. HANN'S Court of Justice. In the last stage-picture

it is possible, but not probable, that the hypercritical might suggest

that the accessories are slightly suggestive of a kitchen, on the score

that the altar is something like a silver grill, and the Court Herald

appears, during a portion of the action of the piece, to be cooking

chops. Personally, I think this idea rather far-fetched, although, of

course, there is some resemblance (no doubt purely accidental) between

the helmets of the soldiers and the brass coal-scuttle of a modern

drawing-room. And I will even go further, and admit that, to a careless

observer, some of the warriors may appear to be wearing the garb of

Harlequin; but when it is hinted that _Leontes_, in his first attitude

on his throne, is not unlike a Guy on the Fifth of November, I feel that

the wish must be father of the thought, and that the resemblance is

purely imaginary.

[Illustration: A Scene on its Metal.]

Leaving the scenery to come to the acting, I may say that the play is

generally well cast. Mr. MACLEAN and Mr. CHARLES COLLETTE are both very

amusing, the first as _Camillo_, and the last as _Autolycus_, and Mr.

GEORGE WARDE is quietly humorous with the baby. When I say quietly

humorous, I do not mean that he trenches in the least on the ground

occupied by either the Clown of Pantomime or the Clown of SHAKSPEARE. He

does not sit upon the infant, or throw it about--no, nor even sing to it

a little comic song. He gets all his effects by merely carrying it

quietly about, and showing it, with an assumption of gravity that is

killing, to Mr. FORBES-ROBERTSON. To turn to the less important

characters of the play, Mr. DAVIES as a gaoler suggests that in "those

days" prison officials were sometimes whatever happened to be the

equivalent of the period to the modern "masher." Miss ZEFFIE TILBURY,

Miss HELENA DACRE, and Miss DESMOND ("1st Lady with a song" and gigantic

lyre) are all equally good, and even the subordinate female parts have

efficient representatives.

Returning to the gentlemen (a difficult task when it entails leaving

such pleasant company) Mr. F. H. MACKLIN as _Polixenes_ is sufficiently

robust in his manly bearing to suggest the necessary contrast with

_Leontes_, and Mr. FULLER MELLISH is picturesque, painstaking and

conscientious as _Florizel_.

[Illustration: An Infant Phenomenon.]

I began with Miss ANDERSON and (much to my regret) I must end with her.

She is equally charming as _Hermione_ and _Perdita_. Her cry of horror

and dead faint in the Hall of Justice on learning of the loss of

_Mamillius_, is one of many points that profoundly impressed the

audience, and in her comedy scene with _Polixenes_ in Act I, in which

she asks him _a propos_ of _Leontes_, "Was not my lord the verier wag o'

the two?" her smiling glance at her sombre lord is simply inimitable. I

can quite fancy that _Leontes_ when he saw _Hermione_, and _Florizel

Perdita_, must have talked of their condition (allowing for the loss of

their hearts) as I describe myself when I assume the signature of

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