And if the play is not quite on the high level of Mr. GALSWORTHY'S _The Eldest Son_, which it faintly recalls, it is much more worthy of Mr. VACHELL'S gifts than the poor thing, _Penn_, which died so young. Also he is very much more fortunate this time in his cast. Miss MARION TERRY, as _Lady Pomfret_, was a pattern of sweet graciousness; and Mr. ALLAN AYNESWORTH was at his happiest as _Sir Geoffrey_. And the two pairs of lovers, Mr. CYRIL RAYMOND and Miss MAUD BELL above stairs, and Mr. REGINALD BACH and Miss DORIS LYTTON below (they were really all of them on the ground floor, the butler's room being the common trysting-place), served as delightful examples of natural selection--both on their own part and that of the management--and were as fresh and healthy as the most eugenical could desire. O. S. * * * * * "Daddy Long-Legs." _Daddy Long-Legs_ is a pleasant American sentimental comedy made by JEAN WEBSTER out of her very jolly book, and not so sticky as some of our importations of the same general type. The four Acts are phases in the development of _Judy_ (or _Jerusha_) _Abbott_, orphan; and, as normally happens in book-plays, development is extremely abrupt. Act I. shows us _Judy_ as the drudge of the orphanage breaking into flame of rebellion on the day of the visit of the trustees. Naturally the trustees are all trustees _pour rire_, except one real good rich man, _Jervis Pendleton_, who admires the orphan's spirit, and decides that she is to have her chance at his charges; but is on no account to know her benefactor. In Act II., a year later, _Judy_ is not merely the most popular but the best dressed girl in her college. She still dreams about her unknown benefactor, whom she calls _Daddy Long-Legs_, and assumes to be a hoary old man. _Pendleton_ comes to Commem., or its equivalent, to have a peep at his ward, and loses his heart. In the Third Act, three years later, our heroine is a famous author, and _Pendleton_, coming (still incog.) to propose, is refused by a _Judy_ who has taken to worrying unduly (and not altogether convincingly, if you ask me) about her lack of family. And, of course, in Act IV., wedding bells.