Frankenstein, in which Mr. Hamilton Deane and his company are appearing at the Theatre Royal is easily equal to Dracula as a “blood-curdler,” and was much enjoyed by last night’s large audience in consequence. It carries a thrill right from the appearance of the gruesome being called to life by a crazy scientist, and works up to a grim closing scene, in which the “horrors” are accentuated by the effective use of flickering lightning and the low, boding rolling of thunder, during which “The Monster” accomplishes his fell purpose.
 

Mr. Hamilton Deane gives a clever performance as the “creature.” His acting has force and a real sense of characterisation, and in an intensely difficult rôle he achieved much success.
 

Frankenstein is interesting, also, as a woman’s story, adapted for the stage by a woman. Mrs. Shelley, wife of the poet, wrote it, and Miss Peggy Webling, the well-known novelist dramatist, prepared a stage version that does her much credit. She witnessed the performance of her play last night, and Mrs. Deane introduced her to acknowledge the cordial reception accorded by the audience.