Sadler's Wells, during the time of Mr. Phelps's annual recess,
is not exactly the place to which one would- naturally direct one's attention when in search of histrionic novelty. " Stars" of the theatrical metro- polis ordinarily emigrate thither to shine for a week or two ; and such expeditions, though highly interesting to the inhabitants of the region visited, are utterly unimportant to all the world besides, inasmuch as the emigrants merely do in the North what they- have already done in the West. On Monday, however, a provincial actor, named Charles Dillon, made Sadler's Wells the scene of his London debut, and displayed such a remarkable talent that the fame of his success can scarcely be confined to _Pentonville. The character which he selected—the Paillasse of Fre- deric Lemaitre—is one in which any amount of pathetic naturalism may be displayed ; and Mr. Dillon achieves his triumph both by the inten- sity of the pathos and the thorough naturalness with which it is pro- duced. Rarely do we see a finer specimen of the non-ideal style of acting.
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