The Evening Argus

The New Orleans Minstrels were greeted with a rousing house, at Dart's Hall, last night—the largest audience seen there this winter; and the entertainment gave universal and unbounded satisfaction. Where all was so well done, it is almost invidious to particularize—but we cannot omit to speak of Walter Wentworth, in his great contortion act, as something superior to anything of the kind we have ever witnessed. It is surprising that any man can twist himself into so many and curious shapes, and live. No description of his wonderful movements can do justice to the subject—he must be seen to be appreciated. In his piece entitled "Aerial Rings," there came near being a fearful accident. The iron by which one of the rings was suspended to the ceiling pulled out and came down with a crash. Mr. Wentworth dodged it so that the iron passed his head, but hit him on the shoulder. He hung by one hand and in a moment of terror the other members of the company forgot to come to his relief until he spoke them. Fortunately no serious harm occurred. The piece, of course, was not attempted—but the ropes will be securely fastened and the piece performed to-night.

Miss Maud Stanley, by her modest and graceful demeanor, attractive personal appearance, and excellent musical taste, won the admiration of all. She possesses a voice of exquisite sweetness, remarkable power, great compass, and fine cultivation, and her singing was rapturously applauded and always encored.

The cornet solo, by Mr. Benjamin, was excellent; and Hank Goodman and O'Neill, as "End Men," were excessively droll and funny. In fact everything was good, and we look for a full house again to-night.