I went to see the Pantomime this Christmas in our town. We laughed enough the opening night to bring the theatre down. The piece was _Burleybumbo_, _the Old Giant, and his Men_; _Fairy Starlight, Little Popsey, and the Demon of the Glen_. The Supers were collected from the local talent round, And for _Burleybumbo's_ servant the Blacksmith, JOHN, they found; A stalwart varlet was required to carry off his foes To Burleybumbo Castle, where he ate them as he chose. His minions, who wore hideous masks, had nothing much to say, So an IRVING was not wanted to do their part of the play. On this eventful night the house was packed from roof to pit, And the Manager was jubilant at having made a hit. The Curtain drawing slowly up, revealed a flowery glade, In which the _Fairy Starlight_ and her lovely maidens played. The wicked Demon then came on, and round the stage did glower; No mortal man could e'er withstand his wrath or evil power. Last of all came _Burleybumbo_ with his crew, a motley horde, Our old friend, Blacksmith JOHN, was in attendance on his lord. They were singing and carousing, when a man rushed in to say That a dozen wealthy travellers were coming down that way. The band dispersed, and hid themselves, in hopes that they might plunder The unsuspecting wayfarers. Alas! now came the blunder: Old JOHN he wouldn't hide himself, but coolly walked about Advancing to the footlights, he looked around--but hark! a shout:-- "Confound you! Dash my--! Just come off! Hi, you! Who are you? JOHN!" "Not if I knowsh it, jolly old pal! I've only just come on!" Thus saying, he lumbered round the stage. The Prompter's heart had sunk: No doubt about the matter--_Burleybumbo's_ man is drunk! "Come off! Come off!" from every wing was now the angry cry. "Me off, indeed! Oh, would yer? Sh'like to see the feller try!" _Burleybumbo_ then appeared, and vainly tried to drag him back. JOHN stove his pasteboard head in with a most refreshing crack. The wicked Demon now rushed on; his supernatural might Was very little use to him on this surprising night. He tried to push him down the glade, but here again JOHN sold him; He caught the Demon round the waist, and at the Prompter bowled him. Ah! such a shindy ne'er was seen, such riot and such rage-- It was the finest "rally" ever seen on any stage! 'Mid shrieks and cat-calls, whistles shrill, hysterics and guffaws, They rang the Curtain down amidst uproarious applause. The piece is still a great success; but, I regret to say, JOHN's name appears no longer in the bills of that fine play! * * * * * NOT INSIDE OUT. Fair Maiden, you're looking a vision of beauty, You may comfort yourself you've no rival to fear; But you won't take it ill if I feel it my duty To whisper a word of advice in your ear.