"The Kilanyi Troupe" at the Palace Theatre of Varieties, with their strikingly realistic _Tableaux Vivants_, might well change their name _pro tem._ to "The Kill-any-other Troupe" that might be venturing in the same line. Of course, they are a great attraction, and would be still greater, were the Show varied from night to night, altogether omitting No. 6 in the present programme, and, in view of the popularity of "A tale of the tide," the humour of which is perceptible to everyone on account of the waggery in the tail, by substituting two or three comic for the simply classic _poses_. Mr. CHARLES MORTON, trading on his acquired store of operatic knowledge, might give us a statuette of _Les Deux Gendarmes_, who could just vary their attitudes according to the movement of OFFENBACH'S celebrated duett. After a short interval of patriotic song about NELSON and "doing duty" there is a capital French clown, or clown of some nationality, whose fun is genuine, and whose imitations, animal and orchestral, are excellent and really amusing. This is a case in which, if a real bassoon or a real hen intruded itself, either would be hissed, and the false honestly preferred to the real. Altogether, except that the ballet which plays the people out, and does play them out effectually, is old-fashioned, it is an excellent evening's entertainment. The County Council ought to come in their thousands, and, like the little dog who was so pleased to see the cow jumping over the moon, they would "laugh to see such sport." * * * * * UNDER THE ROSE. (_A Story in Scenes._) SCENE XIX.--_The Drawing-room._ Mrs. TOOVEY _is still regarding_ Mr. JANNAWAY, _after the manner of an elderly bird in the presence of a young and somewhat inexperienced serpent_. _Mr. Toovey_ (_coming to the rescue_). Excuse me, young Sir, but I don't think you quite realise who that lady _is_. (_With mild self-assertion._) She is my wife, Sir, my Wife! And she is not _accustomed_ to being hunted all over Upper Tooting, or anywhere else! _Mr. Jannaway_ (_to himself_). I've got this dear lady on toast. _I_ can see! But I mustn't do anything ungentlemanly or I may get the sack if the governor gets to hear of it. (_Aloud._) If I'm mistaken I'm ready to apologise; but the lady bears such a really remarkable likeness to a Mrs. TOMKINSON JONES, residing (so she gave me to understand) at The Laburnums, Upper Tooting, that---- _Mrs. Toovey_ (_finding her voice_). I do _not_ reside at Upper Tooting! _Mr. Jann._ (_in silky tones_). Precisely _so_, Madam. No more does Mrs.--hem--TOMKINSON JONES! _Charles._ And is _that_ the only point of resemblance between your friend Mrs. JONES and my Aunt, eh? _Mr. Jann._ That's a matter of opinion, Sir. I've my own. But neither the lady nor yet myself are particularly likely to forget our meeting. It was only last Saturday evening, too! _Mr. Toov._ Why, then you must have met Mrs. TOOVEY at the Zenana Mission Conference?