_The Arabian Nights_, at the Globe, is a piece chiefly remarkable for the performances of Messrs. HAWTREY and PENLEY, and Miss LOTTIE VENNE. The play is an adaptation from the German. It has been "done into English" at least once before, when, under the joint authorship of a lady and gentleman, a version was produced with the very appropriate title of _The Skeleton_. The Comedy in Newcastle Street, Strand, is more than a framework, for it has sinews, and resembles, to some extent flesh and blood. Miss LOTTIE VENNE has not been seen to so much advantage since she embodied _Betsy_ at the Criterion; and Mr. PENLEY, in his get-up, suggests that he has not altogether forgotten a character he played years ago in _Our Club_. The part now taken by Mr. HAWTREY was, I believe, originally intended for Mr. WYNDHAM. The plot is of the usual character. A married man, in the absence of his wife, gets involved in a more or less innocent flirtation with some one else, and, to escape from this entanglement, on the return of his better half, has to trust to his power of invention as a substitute for a plain statement of facts. Mr. HAWTREY, as the embarrassed husband, was guilty of verbal equivocation (to use a pleasant substitute for "lying") with an earnestness that insured success. This is very like somebody's piece called _Truth_ at the Criterion. _The Arabian Nights_ is a kind of piece that will be the better for "working up," and indeed it is a joke which will be improved by repetition. Some of the lines are so daring, that only a male GRUNDY could have written them. If the well-known lady of the same name had heard them, I fancy they would have been erased by request. On the first night, however, all went well, and I can only trust that every succeeding audience will be equally appreciative, and not more exacting. [Illustration: Rather a Close Shave.]