TOMMY was here very much alarmed by the appearance of a Giant's head over the castle wall. His fears were not allayed when the Giant ate _Tom Thumb_, who, on his re-appearance from the Giant's mouth, was taken up in the claws of a huge bird. This made TOMMY cry; and it was not until MR. BARLOW had explained to him that the object of the Pantomime was to make little boys and girls laugh, that he at all recovered his wonted spirits. However, on seeing that HARRY was smiling, and that MR. BARLOW was composing himself to sleep, he was reassured by their demeanour, and became deeply interested in the stage representation. At the Scene of Dresden China Watteauesque figures, TOMMY'S delight declared itself in loud applause. _Tommy._ Are _those_ the Clowns? I thought you said, Sir, that there was only _one_ Clown! _Mr. Barlow._ To the eye of the rightly constituted mind there can be but one Clown; and our mental vision is only disturbed and confused by this multiplication of drolls. MR. BARLOW further explained that the Clown is human like ourselves; whereat TOMMY expressed himself dissatisfied. _Mr. Barlow._ As the comic scenes appear to depress you, HARRY, and as TOMMY is evidently becoming tired and cross withal, it were best to leave. _Harry._ Indeed, Sir, this Pantomime reminds me of what you told me about the shape of the earth. _Mr. Barlow._ I do not see, HARRY, how you connect the two subjects. There is a vast difference between this planet and a Pantomime. _Harry._ Indeed, Sir, there is; for our planet is entirely round, and this Pantomime is remarkably flat. _Mr. Barlow._ Beware of such wholesale condemnations, my dear HARRY; this Pantomime has already given delight to some twenty thousand persons, every one, it may be, as good as yourself. TOMMY was much pleased, however, at HARRY'S application of a scientific fact, and expressed his determination of learning Astronomy at once, in order that he might be as ready as HARRY on any suitable occasion. On quitting the theatre, MR. BARLOW promised the box-keeper a sixpence, whereat the poor man could scarcely refrain from embracing his benefactor. So they left. * * * * * NEXT NIGHT--COVENT GARDEN.--Here they saw the Pantomime of _Blue Beard_. As each new Scene presented itself to their view, they were vehemently enraptured, and thought that no expression of praise could suffice to express their pleasure. _Mr. Barlow._ Certainly the scenery is very beautiful. _Harry._ The ladies are indeed lovely! _Mr. Barlow._ They are mortal. _Tommy._ O, here is _Blue Beard's_ procession! I know the story! And here are the Camels, and--O!--a White Elephant! _Mr. Barlow._ The Camel, my dear TOMMY, is found chiefly in burning climates. In his temper he is gentle and tractable, and his patience in being---- _Audience._ Hush! Order! Turn him out!