The story of the " Man in the Iron Mask,"
like that of a false accusa- tion about a stolen watch, is not very new; indeed the particular form of telling that mysterious gentleman's adventures, which is now employed at the Marylebone Theatre, is the same that, years ago, was familiar to most play-goers on the other side of the water. Nevertheless, Leon of the Iron Mask, as it is called, answers the purpose of showing a compre- hensiveness of talent on the part of Mr. William Wallack, which had not even been suspected. In the early part of the piece he is the perfec- tion of a high-bred gallant ; in the latter part, he is the mournful being, crushed to the very dust by his horrible punishment. This specimen of good, genial, careful acting, such as we look for rather in Paris than in London, is well worthy the attention of connoisseurs, although the Mary- lebone Theatre is — such a long way off!