Oh, no! AUGUSTUS FIZZI ETON is not naturally dishonest; but in his capacity as dramatic critic he has had to go the round of the Pantomimes in a week, and it has completely undermined his morals. A COMIC OPENING. UR pantomimists appear to have somehow We would suggest that the scene should be the exterior of a city house of business. Enter clown, who goes through a little dumb-show, expressive of his desire to fill his pockets with money. He then takes the house of business by knocking at the door and lying down on the threshold. The landlord comes out and falls over him. Clown jumps up and exit into building, slamming door in proprietor's face. Then presently re-enter Clown, got-up very "respectable." Dumbshow expressive of great business-ability, and strict honesty. Enter Pantaloon, who desires to be taken into partnership. Clown asks for testimonials of probity and solvency. Pantaloon winks and slaps his pocket. They shake hands. Clown points to the blinds of the house and signifies that the firm requires a name. His partner assents. Clown throws a summersault to signify that it is to be called the firm of "Overhead and Turney." Enter the British public, which deposits its money and receives bits of paper in return, which Clown represents to be shares. LOOKS INTO BOOKS. WE gladly welcome The Era Almanack, full of the most recondite and interesting information. The Calendar is compiled by MR. E. L. BLANCHARD, whose knowledge of stage history is unbounded, and this valuable feature is supplemented by amusing and instructive matter of every description. Mr. BYRON relates very comically the story of "The Rival Ritoorals," and MR. MURRAY discourses pleasantly about Milan Theatres. MR. HOWE notes down ably the history of the Opera Season of Sixty-eight, and MR. SAWYER sings his "Fairy Love musically. And in this way the contents are admirably varied, with regard to the utile et dulce. One of the funniest things in the Almanack, if you only picture to yourself the narrator going through the adventure he relates, is MR. BUCKSTONE's little story of the Havanna. Finally exeunt Clown and Pantaloon with all the cash, followed by what is the amount returned by the "property-men" of the pantoBritish public calling out "police." We think this might be introduced into one of our present panto mimes with considerable effect. mimes? THE MOST SERIOUS PART OF THE PANTOMIME.-The comic "business." "Two little babes dwelt in her humble cot, THE BABY'S VENGEANCE. EARY at heart and extremely ill In a dirty lodging, with fever down, But he, like many a rich young man, Shabby and sorry and sorely sick He slept, and dreamt that the clock's "tick, tick," He woke and counted the pips on the walls The out-door passengers' loud foot-falls, A medical man to his bedside came (I can't remember that doctor's name) And said, "You'll die in a very short while If you don't set sail for Madeira's isle." "Go to Madeira ? goodness me! I haven't the money to pay your fee!" "Then, PALEY VOLLAIRE," said the leech, "good bye, I'll come no more, for you're sure to die." He sighed and he groaned and smote his breast, "Oh, send," said he, "for FREDERICK WEST, Poor was FREDERICK's lot in life, A dustman he with a fair young wife, A worthy man with a hard-earned store, A hundred and seventy pounds-or more. Bal FREDERICK came, and he said "Maybe, "'Tis now some thirty-seven years ago Since first began the plot that I'm revealing, A fine young woman, whom you ought to know, Lived with her husband down in Dram-lane, Ealing. Herself by means of mangling reimbursing, And now and then, at intervals, wet-nursing. One was her own-the other only lent to her: Her own she slighted. Tempted by a lot Of gold and silver regularly sent to her. She ministered unto the little other In the capacity of foster-mother. "I was her own, oh, how I lay and sobbed, In my poor cradle-deeply, deeply cursing The rich man's pampered bantling, who had robbed My only birthright-an attentive nursing! Sometimes, in hatred of my foster brother, I gnashed my gums-which terrified my mother. "One day-it was quite early in the week- No wickedness but I was game to try for it. At any time, I only had to cry for it! And thrived amazingly on double dinner. I bear it still-his property I squandered I mortgaged everything and now (oh, shame!) * FREDERICK he was a simple soul, He pulled from his pocket a bulky roll, PALEY VOLLAIRE, with many a groan, A Wellington boot and a bamboo cane. And FRED (entitled to all things there) He took the fever from MR. VOLLAIRE, Which killed poor FREDERICK WEST. Meanwhile VOLLAIRE sailed off to Madeira's isle. Mark time! SOME people have sneered because the Premier represents so small a constituency as Greenwich. They forget that it is an appropriate representation of one who has just reached the meridian of his power. Be Blowed! Or all pantomimic characters Pantaloon is most to be envied-he so often comes in for a "thumping" legacy. |