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Exclusive of which a great injury to the necessary illusion arises from the _side_ speaker being obliged to speak so high that not only the characters on the stage, but the people in the neighbouring houses must be supposed to be all let into the secret, and he cannot, therefore, be thought to intend to speak aside. In the good old times they were as scrupulously exact in these matters, as they are now most blamably lax.
HAMLET.
Many of Mr. Cooper's admirers set down his Hamlet as the best of his performances; a proposition to which we can never accede. Some parts of it, no doubt, are excellent, and in the play scene before the court, he is scarcely surpa.s.sed by any one. But in our opinion his Hamlet fades from the sight, when put in compet.i.tion with his
MACBETH,
in which he unquestionably takes the lead of all the actors that have ever appeared in this country; and is in our judgment preferable, in many parts, to either Kemble or Cooke; far, very far, superior to Holman. His dagger-scene is inimitably fine; but by following Mr.
Kemble's idea, he loses much in his return from the scene of murder.
Before Mr. Kemble every actor followed the plan of Garrick with more or less success; and from them, viz. Sheridan, Mossop, Reddish, Henderson, all of whom we have seen, we can state the difference between the old and new school in this most trying scene. We have never witnessed the performance of Garrick; but have seen pictures of him in that very part, one particularly by Sir Joshua Reynolds, of which there is an engraving, and which exactly corresponds with the action of all of his whole school, of whom the best was certainly Mr. Sheridan. Just as lady Macbeth, who is waiting his return from the chamber of blood, says, in soliloquy,
"Hark! I laid their daggers ready, He could not miss them,"
the noise of a hasty foot was heard within, she paused, and then proceeded,
"Had he not resembled My father as he slept, I had done't."
At that moment the door opened and Macbeth appeared, a frightful figure of horror, rus.h.i.+ng out sideways with one dagger, and his face in consternation, presented to the door, as if he were pursued, and the other dagger lifted up as if prepared for action. Thus he stood as if transfixed, seeming insensible to every thing but the chamber, unconscious of any presence else, and even to his wife's address of "my husband." In this breathless state, he hastily said in a whisper, as if to himself,
"I have done the deed."
then, after a pause, in a tone of anguish and trepidation, without ever taking his eyes from the chamber, he still whispered in a quick, sharp tone,
"Didst thou not hear a noise?"
Nor did he quit this att.i.tude, but with eyes still fixed upon the chamber door continued to carry on the broken dialogue that follows, in fearful whispers.
"L. M. Did not you speak?
M. When?
L. M. Now.
M. As I descended?
L. M. Ay.
M. Hark!
Who lies in the second chamber.
L. M. Donaldbain."
Then for the first time he drew his hands together with the daggers in them, and in the most heart-rending accents exclaimed,
"This is a sorry sight."
Thus represented by Mr. Sheridan, this scene was perhaps the most interesting in the drama. What then must it have been when done by Garrick. A critic now before us speaking of Garrick and Mrs. Pritchard in this part, says, "His distraction of mind and agonizing horrors were finely contrasted by her apathy, tranquillity, and confidence. _The beginning of the scene, after the commission of the murder, was conducted in terrifying whispers._ Their looks and action supplied the place of words. The poet here gives only an outline of the consummate actor-- "I have done the deed," &c. "Didst thou not hear," &c. The dark colouring given by Garrick to these abrupt speeches made the scene tremendous to the auditors. The wonderful expression of heart-felt horror which Garrick felt when he viewed his b.l.o.o.d.y hands, can only be conceived by those who saw him." MURPHY, who confirms this account by Davies, says that when Garrick reentered the scene with the b.l.o.o.d.y daggers in his hands, he [Murphy] was absolutely _scared out of his senses_. It is but fair to add, that the great dramatic censor who wrote in 1770 says "Without any exaggeration of compliment to Mr. Sheridan, we must place him in a very respectable degree of compet.i.tion with Mr.
Garrick in the dagger-scene; and confess a doubt whether any man ever spoke the words "this is a sorry sight," better."
How vapid, meagre, frigid, and unaffecting has been the performance of this part since Mr. Kemble's reign. According to his inst.i.tutes, Macbeth closes the door with the cold unfeeling caution of a practised house-breaker, then listens, in order to be secure, and addresses lady Macbeth as if, in such a conflict, Macbeth could be awake to the suggestions of the lowest kind of cunning.
In his entrance to the witches in the cauldron scene, Mr. Cooper suffers the character to sink. This is one of the parts with which the audience, at one time, used to be most gratified by the powers of their great actors. The critic from whom we have cited above, adverting to Henderson's Macbeth, which was astonis.h.i.+ngly great, says, "In the _masterly conjuration of the witches_, in the cavern, _so idly omitted by Kemble_, he was wonderfully impressive."
Yet there is upon the whole so little exceptionable, and such abundant beauties in Mr. Cooper's Macbeth, that we think he ought there to plant his standard. Imagination figures to us the magnificent exhibition he might make of it, by studying from the best authorities and descriptions, the various att.i.tudes and action of Garrick in the scenes alluded to, which are recorded not only in several books and portraits, but in the memory of many men living.
HENRY IV.
Of Mr. Cooper's Hotspur we do not wish to speak in depreciation, nor are we prepared greatly to praise it. To compensate, however, for this, to our own wishes, we confess our inability to say too much of his performance of Leon. And we feel pleasure in adding that in
ADELGITHA,
he reaped a whole harvest of laurels. His Michael Ducas, being not only a masterly, but an original performance, one which we cannot reasonably hope to see excelled, and which we may in vain, perhaps, expect to see equalled.
We have a long arrear against us on account of the theatre. But we hope to discharge it in regular order and in due time. Meantime we cannot refrain from expressing by forestallment our great satisfaction at the successful run and favourable reception of "The Foundling of the Forest." If the manager and actors are indebted to the public for the great encouragement and approbation bestowed upon that play, the public are no less indebted to the manager for his zeal, unsparing expense, and judicious arrangements in the casting of the parts, and to the actors, particularly Mr. Wood, for their excellent performance of it. But upon that subject we shall enlarge hereafter.
THEATRICAL INTELLIGENCE.
_Mr. Dwyer._
The American stage has received, in the person of Mr. Dwyer, one of the greatest acquisitions that it has ever had to boast of. We have never had the pleasure of seeing this gentleman's performance; but we have collected from the periodical publications of Great Britain sufficient to convince us that he is an actor of great merit, and, in his line, of the first promise. No man treads so closely on the heels of the inimitable Lewis as Mr. Dwyer. "Light das.h.i.+ng comedy," says a judicious British critic, "is his forte, and in it he is almost faultless." In Belcour, Charles Surface, and characters of that cast, he excels, and his Liar is acknowledged to be the first on the British boards.
From a professional gentleman of this city of acknowledged taste and erudition, who saw him in England, we have had a description of Mr.
Dwyer. He says that nature has been uncommonly bountiful to this actor.
That he is very handsome, has a fine person, and might, in lively, bustling, genteel comedy, be as great as any man, if his industry were equal to his natural endowments.
Mr. Dwyer has played Hamlet and other tragic characters; but the critics we have read seem so intent upon his excellence in the sock, that they forget to say anything particular of his merits in the buskin.
In this dearth of theatrical talents, every lover of the drama will rejoice at this new acquisition to the American theatre. Mr. Dwyer is said to be an Irishman. His name says it for him. No doubt his countrymen will be not a little proud of him; for he is reported to possess, in no common measure, all the recommendations to the eye on which they nationally set such value--stature, bone, muscle, symmetry, and comeliness.
_State of the British stage._
Notwithstanding the losses sustained by the death of some actors, and the defection of others, the stock of talents is not likely to be entirely exhausted. Though nothing has for years appeared that has a tendency to fill up the void which succeeded the Augustan age of acting, which ended with the death of Garrick, Barry, and Mossop, still meritorious performers, both male and female, arise, who promise to preserve the stage from sinking into utter disrepute.
Foremost among these is a Mr. Young, who bids fair to outstrip all compet.i.tors, as a general actor. The extent of his powers, the versatility of his talents, and the advantages of his face and person are stated by the critics, in the public prints, to be very extraordinary; and we feel great pleasure in having it in our power to say that the opinions of those are amply confirmed by the verbal reports of American gentlemen of taste and discernment, who, in the course of the last year, frequently saw Mr. Young perform. Some think he excels in comedy; the majority prefer his tragedy. Admitting the Stranger to fall under the latter denomination, Mr. Young must stand higher in the buskin than in the sock, since that is allowed to be his most perfect performance. In confirmation of which little more need be advanced than that it is admitted he very seldom, if ever, falls short of the great original, Mr. Kemble, in that character, and sometimes goes beyond him.
In Don Felix, Belcour, Charles Surface, and characters of that cast, he stands conspicuous for ease, elegant hilarity, gayety of manners, and vivacity of action. In tragic characters, not only in the fiery, the impa.s.sioned, and the grand, but in those of pomp and solemnity, he is said to be original, great, and striking. On his Hamlet and Macbeth the critics seem to have dwelt with peculiar attention and pleasure.
Speaking of Mr. Y's Hamlet, a learned and perspicuous critic says "A performance exhibiting stronger marks of genius, finer animation, or happier display of intellect we have seldom witnessed. Mr. Young has studied this masterpiece of Shakspeare with infinite care, not merely as to the text and general scope of the character, but throughout all its shades and gradations, discriminating with the utmost truth and nicety, each particular feature of Hamlet, and presenting a whole so finished and forcible, as to leave the strongest impressions on the mind of his audience." The same critic enters, with a spirit derived from a lively admiration of his subject, into the whole of Mr. Young's Hamlet, of which he speaks in a strain of warm eulogy. Adverting to the instructions given by Hamlet to the players, he pays Mr. Y. this elegant compliment: "The instructions to the players could not be better delivered. His own sensible performance was an apposite ill.u.s.tration of the excellent lesson which Shakspeare has in this scene bequeathed to the profession." And he concludes thus: "He is indeed an acquisition of importance. Of _intellectual_ actors we have very few. _Strutters_ and _bellowers_ we have in abundance. We therefore hail Mr. Young's appearance with more than usual satisfaction; and the more so, since we hear that his manners are highly estimable in private life. _On_ and _off_ the stage he will thus prove an ornament to his profession."
Mr. Young has played, besides the characters already named, Rolla, Penruddock, Lothaire, Oth.e.l.lo, George Barnwell, Octavian, Osmond (Castle Spectre) Hotspur, Frederick in Lovers Vows, Petruchio, Gondebert, and many others, if not all with equal excellence, at least with so much as to rank him among the first masters of the art.
Mr. Young's face and person are said to be of a superior order. A good height, his figure is well formed; his features expressive and flexible; his voice, from the lowest note to the top of its compa.s.s, excellent, and his action and deportment gentlemanly and graceful.
An actress of as great promise as any that has appeared on the British theatre in the memory of man, has lately come forth at Covent Garden, in the arduous character of Lady Macbeth, in which, if we are to trust the London critics, she at once started to a level with Mrs. Siddons. Her name is Smith. She has, like Mrs. Siddons, been on the stage from childhood, without being noticed by any but the happy few, some of whom augured highly of her from the first, and she has fully accomplished their prognostications. The first impressive trace we find of her in theatrical annals is in an Edinburgh criticism. "As I think most highly of this juvenile performer," says that writer, "and entertain most sanguine hopes of seeing her soon at the head of her profession, I will not insult her by indiscriminate panegyric or mawkish praise. Her comedy is by no means satisfactory to me. The disadvantage of a _pet.i.te_ figure is not, in this department compensated by any high excellencies. Her comedy is generally speaking, rather meagre and unadorned, and in a degree pointless and ineffective.--But her tragedy merits every praise.
In richness and variety of tone; in propriety and justness of action and gesture; in picturesque and impressive att.i.tude, in a nervous mellowed modulation; in appropriate deportment--above all in the discriminating delicacy of taste, by which she distinguishes and expresses the feelings and workings of the heart, she is above praise."
Miss Smith next meets us in London in 1808, playing lady Macbeth at Covent Garden, and is spoken of as follows:
"Macbeth by Mr. Kemble so frequently the subject of remark, and often of well-earned eulogy, affords little occasion for notice at this time; but concerning "his NEW partner of greatness", as there was much to be admired, it is fit that something should be said. A just personification of lady Macbeth is perhaps the most difficult and dangerous undertaking an actress can enter upon: that silent but efficient aid, derived from the contagion of the gentler affections, from pity, sorrow, love; or even from the turbulent emotions of the mind, from anger, jealousy, revenge, "she must not look to have" in the sympathetic bosoms of hearers or spectators; her only operant power is terror, a frigid and unsocial pa.s.sion, and hence perhaps it is that no actress, at least in modern times, has been found fully adequate to the task; the according testimony indeed of the best living or recent opinions may warrant a belief that Mrs. Pritchard displayed successfully the portraiture of this singular character; but when we hear a performer of our day, whom the public has long and deservedly applauded, extolled as a perfect representative of lady Macbeth, and find this part held forth and distinguished as the pattern of her excellence, true criticism must reject the fallacy of the a.s.sertion, and the injustice it imposes upon that great actress herself, who in many other situations of the drama, sustains an eminence above all rivals.h.i.+p; physical defects may often be lessened or concealed; but they will sometimes be too stubborn for the force of art, and thus, in the language of venal compliment, the poet said "Pritchard's genteel and Garrick's six feet high" it cannot be denied that the former was eclipsed by the easy elegance of Mrs.
Woffington, and the latter overborne by the majestic stature and deportment of Barry. The first appearance of Miss Smith last night in lady Macbeth, could not fail to conjure up, perversely to our mental view, the comparative superiority of Mrs. Siddons's person; the effect was strong, but it was momentary; a delicate yet powerful and distinct varied voice, a pure, correct, and exemplary enunciation, guided at once by a sound understanding, a correct ear, and a discriminating taste, a frame and expression of features not inferior to that of Mrs. Siddons herself, with action always just and frequently commanding, soon led us to the forgetfulness of her moderate stature, though oppressed, incidentally, by the towering dignity of her lord: It is the duty of an artist to contemplate the works of a renowned predecessor or contemporary with unaffected reverence, but not with servile devotion, and Miss Smith occasionally varied, and with advantage, from the model that was before her. When Macbeth, incited to the murder of Duncan, interposes--"if we should fail," Mrs. Siddons with cool prompt.i.tude replies "we fail." The punctuation indeed was suggested by Mr. Steevens; but it appears much too colloquially familiar for the temper and importance of the scene; a failure, which here must be ruin, is an idea that could never be urged with temerity or indifference, and we heard the words with more decorum and much better effect from Miss Smith "we fail?" i.e. is it to be supposed that we, possessing as we do, the power to overcome every obstacle, can miscarry? In the sleeping scene too, we have generally observed that the candlestick was deliberately placed upon the table in order to let the lady act the was.h.i.+ng her hands more freely, but Miss Smith contrived to represent this _action of a dream_ more naturally with the light in one hand.