Prince of Wales's Theatre, 10 April 1867
MR. T. W. ROBERTSON'S new comedy, entitled Caste, belongs exactly to the class of drama, of which we have already had specimens in Society and Ours, and which the experience of two years has led us to associate with one particular author and one particular theatre. The 'sensational' melodrama called Shadow Tree Shaft, recently brought out at another house, though likewise written by Mr. Robertson, was no type of his manner, and might be regarded as an interruption to the series, which began at the Prince of Wales's with Society, and which is now continued in Caste. An epigrammatic tendency, which not only shows itself in the dialogue, but points the entire fable; a predilection for domestic pathos, which is ever kept in check by a native abhorrence of twaddling sentimentality; a firm, steady hand, and a freedom from convention in the delineations of character; an eye to picturesque effects, that arise less from the employment of accessories than from the arrangement of groups that are the natural result of the action, and a connexion with the realities, which, perhaps, must not be too closely scrutinized, but which, to a certain extent, makes the stage reflect the world with more than usual accuracy --these are the characteristics which distinguish the best works of Mr. T. W. Robertson, and which have made each of them one of the leading pieces of its season. Nor is there any reason to surmise that the success of Caste will prove inferior to that of Ours.