The words are the least parb. The wild passion and over bearing borrenb of wounded love and vaniby, the very frenzy of jealousy and. anger with which she assails the inno cent sister, whom she thinks guilty ot stealing her husband's love, and one wildness of her declaration that she will go to the man she loves and who loves her, are not only as fine as anything Miss Achurcn has ever done, but equal anything the writer has seen on the stage. In the next acts she has a chance of showing her craving tor love and tenderness ; but after all is said, there is nothing to equal the scene we have alluded to. Her tenderness is excellent, and in the final act, which is, ny the way, unnecessary and inartistic to a degree, forming as ib does an anti-climax, she dies well. Her Frou 1 rou can only increase the admiration for her powers which all who see Miss Achurcn must feel. Mr Charrington was not well cast as Henri de Sartory, and did not play withhisaccustomedfinishandnicejudgment. There was, however, one point in the fourth acb which, if ib was his own idea, was one, if nob the besb, touch seen on bhe 1 stage. Ib is where he eomea bo bhe room 1 whore his wife and her lover have been breakfasting. He is seized with faintness; she brings a glass of wine. Wibh a truly magnificent gesture he waves her back. It was his betrayer's gla Ba. Apart from this, however, Mr Charrington is disappointing. His shouts, and gro w _ 8> and action where he throws his pleading Wife down, when in the end of the fourth act sho begs him ! not to fight, are nob whab we should have expected from him, and indeed somewhat mar his wife's superb acting. Tell ib not iin Gath, but he almost ranbs at this poinb in the play. In an ordinary actor the lault 1 would not have been so apparent, but in one of Mr Charrington's calibre it is sur prising. But if this clever and versatile actor was for once at fault, his brother in the art. Mr Flemming, made up for It. 