Saturday night saw the last of Pamela, no less pursuing than pursued, and in all the annals of the A.D. C. there is, perhaps, 0 parallel record of such consistently perfect acting throughout the whole play and in all parts. While admitting this, some people have expressed dissatisfaction with the play as a play; and no doubt it had ite imperfections which would have been conspicuous enough had it been less beautifully acted. Also the last act was @ little obvious and mechanical.
But surely there are enough sad endings in life to justify their being kept off the stage and out of books. It says something for the English race that, in defiance of all artistic considerations, it insists on the lived-happy-ever-after lo. These things spring from a belief in the ultimate goodness of life which it would be wicked to destroy. So let us go on killing off the terse incommodi at the right moment, and bringing up the heroine by express train to rescue the hero from heart failure, and endowing her with pots of money "to buy back the ancestral hall; and let the players enter into the story with the same zest and conviction that the A. D. C. put into their work. And if we do not feel all the better for it, there is probably more amiss with ourselves than with the ple March 28.
Text read from the printed page and cleaned; old type leaves the occasional error.