The dialogue is good throughout, even when it only indirectly developes character or helps the action, and so is the acting. Mr. THORNE as _James_ is admirable; representing the character as a man gifted with an overpowering appreciation of the humorous side of every situation,--including his own as a butler,--in which either accident or design may place him. I do not believe that this was the author's intention, but this is the impression made upon me by Mr. THORNE'S acting, and I am sure it could not be better played. Miss KATE RORKE is charmingly natural; Mr. LEONARD BOYNE is unequal, being better in the last Act than the first. My sensitive ear having been struck by the mellifluous accents of _Lucy_ and the Corkasian,--I think, though, it may be Galwaisian,--tones of her lover, I could not help wondering why the author, after the first few rehearsals, did not slightly alter the dialect and lay the scene in Ireland. The play is well worth seeing, and begins at the easy hour of 8·45. There should be _matinées_ of a new operetta, entitled _The Two Butlers_, characters by J. L. TORNE and THOMAS THOOLE. * * * * * CORNET AND PIANO. AT A JUVENILE PARTY. _Cornet._ Ready? Yes, _I'm_ ready--but I'm not going to begin before I'm asked. If they want us to strike up, let 'em come and ask us, d'ye see? _Piano._ Well, but there are all the children sitting about doing nothing---- _C._ _Let_ 'em sit! They'll see you and me sittin' all the evenin', strummin' and blowin' like nigger slaves, and a lot they'll care! Don't you make no mistake, young Pianner, there ain't no sense in doin' more than you're obliged--you'll get no credit for it, d'ye see? And don't keep that programme all to yourself. Ah, one Swedish, one Sir Roger, and a bloomin' Cotilliong--_they_'ll take two hours alone! We shan't work this job off much before one, you see if we do. (_To Hostess._) Commence now? By all means, Madam. Send us a little refreshment? Thank you, Madam, we shall be exceedingly obliged to you. (_The refreshment arrives._) Here's stuff to put liveliness in us, Mate--_Leminade!_ [_Puts jug under piano with intense disgust._ _P._ Well, I should think you'd lemon enough in you already. _C._ I _'ate_ kids, there--and that's the truth of it! It makes me downright sick to see 'em dressed out, and giving themselves the airs and graces of grown-ups. (_To Small Child._) Yes, my little dear, it's a worltz this time. (_To Pianist._) Strike up, young P. and O! (_A little later._) I'm blest if I don't believe you're _enjoying_ this, Pianner, settin' there with that sort of a dreamy grin on your pasty countinance! _P._ And if I am, where's the harm of it?