We have many plays awaiting performance during the coming winter. Mr. Synge has written us a play in three acts called _The Well of the Saints_, full, as few works of our time are, with temperament, and of a true and yet bizarre beauty. Lady Gregory has written us an historical tragedy in three acts about King Brian and a very merry comedy of country life. Mr. Bernard Shaw has written us a play[H] in four acts, his first experiment in Irish satire; Mr. Tarpey, an Irishman whose comedy _Windmills_ was successfully prepared by the Stage Society some years ago, a little play which I have not yet seen; and Mr. Boyle, a village comedy in three acts; and I hear of other plays by competent hands that are coming to us. My own _Baile’s Strand_ is in rehearsal, and I hope to have ready for the spring a play on the subject of _Deirdre_, with choruses somewhat in the Greek manner. We are, of course, offered from all parts of the world great quantities of plays which are impossible for literary or dramatic reasons. Some of them have a look of having been written for the commercial theatre and of having been sent to us on rejection. It will save trouble if I point out that a play which seems to its writer to promise an ordinary London or New York success is very unlikely to please us, or succeed with our audience if it did. Writers who have a better ambition should get some mastery of their art in little plays before spending many months of what is almost sure to be wasted labour on several acts. We were invited to play in the St. Louis Exhibition, but thought that our work should be in Ireland for the present, and had other reasons for refusing. A Company, which has been formed in America by Miss Witcherly, who played in _Everyman_ during a part of its tour in America, to take some of our plays on tour, has begun with three one-act plays of mine, _Cathleen ni Houlihan_, _The Hour-Glass_, and _The Land of Heart’s Desire_. It announces on its circulars that it is following the methods of our Theatre.