We hastened to this renowned modern temple of the Smithfield drama, which was splendidly illuminated and guarded by tremendous pasteboard Genii, sphinxes, and unicorns, and saw our old acquaintance Bonassus (who looked like one of His Mandingo Majesty's Spanish liquorice guards!) enact Othello and Jim Crow. After much interpolated periphrasis and palaver, Mr. Bigstick darkly intimated that when he ceased to love the “gentle Desdemona,” (Miss Teresa Tumbletuzzy!) “Shay-oss is come agin” At this moment the scenes stuck fast in the grooves--the halves of a house with an interstice of a yard or so between--when a lecturing mechanic bawled out from his sixpenny elysium, “Ve don't expect no good grammar here, Muster Thingumbob, but, hang it! you might close the scenes!” Mr. Bigstick being politely requested (“Strike up, Snow-drop! Go it, Day and Martin!”) to “Jump Jim Crow” in triplicate, came forward, curvetting and salaaming with profound respect, and treated his audience with this _variorum version_ of their old favourite. Here's jumping Jim, his coat and skim- -mer very well you know; If you've a crow to pluck with him, He's pluck'd you first! I trow-- Where'er he goes he gaily crows, A Blackey and a Beau! Reels about and wheels about, And jumps Jim Crow. O how the town ran up and down To see the dancing Nigger! If Jim's a flat, 'tis tit for tat! For Jim thinks John a bigger To (for a Yankee lean and lanky) Shell his coppers so.-- What a noodle I--Yankee-doodle! Rare Jim Crow! Bull has fill'd his noddle full Of learning, in profusion; And Jim, with his long limping limb, Has jump'd to this conclusion, “A ninny and”--you understand! When sitting all a-row, Britons roar “Encore! Encore! Jump Jim Crow!” Jim's play'd his pranks--with many thanks, He gives you now the hop; Because, like his _Commercial Banks_, He thinks it time to _stop!_ What Nigger Lad has ever had Such lucky cards to throw? Ever trump'd, or ever jump'd Like Jump Jim Crow? The pantomine of Hot Rolls, or Harlequin Dumpling, and the Dragon of Wantley concluded the performances; in which Mr. Bigstick's promising young pupil, Master Magnumdagnumhuggleduggle, by a _jeu de théâtre_ bolted the baker; (bones, apron, night-cap and all!) set Old Father Thames on fire, exhibited the fishes frying in agony, and in his suit of spiked armour, like an “Egyptian Porcupig,”