I had a chat the other day with one of the LORD MARE's Footmen, as I allers likes to go to the werry hiest orthorities, and he finished by saying, most emfatically,--"Mr. ROBERT, I arsks you this simple quesshun--If it takes about two hunderd and thirty gents to keep the grand old Citty in the bootiful condishun as it allus is, and to keep us all in the helthy condishun as we allus is, and with the remarkabel fine happytites as we allus has, its size being ony one square mile, and our number ony about fifty thowsand sleepers, and about ten times as many, as cums ewery day to hearn their living, how is it possibel for a much smaller number of Gents, with werry littel hexperiens, to do the same with a plaice about a hunderd and twenty times as big, and with about five millions of peepel in it? And you may trust what I says, for I had it from our Chapling." "Why," I says, boldly, "I says at once as I don't beleeve as it's posserbel for 'em to do a quorter of it." "Rite you are, Mr. ROBERT!" says he. And so we parted. ROBERT. * * * * * AT ANCIENT DRURY. DRURIOLANUS MAGNIFICUS has given us something gorgeous this year in "The Hall of a Million Mirrors," the tenth Scene of his Pantomime entitled _Little Bo-Peep, Little Red Riding Hood, and Hop o' My Thumb_, who are three very small people,--"small by degrees and beautifully less"--to make so big a Show. In the Hall of Mirrors appear all the well-known representatives of ancient Nursery Rhymes, and all the heroes and heroines of the universally familiar Fairy Stories. Down the Palace stairs they come, group after group, until the Stage, even of Old Drury, can hold no more, and there is scarcely room for them all to move, much less to indulge in any "kicking up ahind and afore," as was the wont of the Ancient JOSEPH, whose fame is hymned in Nigger Minstrelsy. A most brilliant scene, never to be forgotten!--that is, until next Pantomime Season, when Sir DRURIOLANUS will, in all probability, show us something equally magnificent, and as perfect in design and colour.