MAURIER’S practical methods to correct its tendency to cloy.  He was extraordinarily good both as himself and, for a rare change, as somebody quite different.  Miss FAITH CELLI as his daughter—­a sort of Peter Pan girl who does grow up, far too tall—­was delightful in the true BARRIE manner.  It was a pity—­but that was not her fault—­that she had to end her long and difficult scene on rather a false note.  I am almost certain that no child (outside a BARRIE play), who is left alone in a Magic Wood, scared out of her life, would cry aloud, “Daddy, daddy, I don’t want to be a Might-have-been.”  The sentiment of the words was, of course, part of the scheme, but it was not for her to say them.

Mr. NORMAN FORBES, in the Wood, was an elderly piping faun and performed with astonishing agility a sword-dance over a stick crossed with his whistle.  Elsewhere as Mr. Coade he played very engagingly the part of the only character who had made such good use of his First Chance that he really didn’t need a Second.  Both in name and nature he brought to mind the late Mr. CHOATE, who gallantly declared that if he had not been what he was he would have liked to be his wife’s second husband.  And no wonder that Mr. Coade wanted nothing better than to remain attached to so adorable a creature as his wife, played with a delightful homeliness by Miss MAUDE MILLETT, who has lost nothing of that charm to which, with Mr. Coade, we retain the most faithful devotion.

Mr. WILL WEST was admirable as a Crichton gone wrong; and Mr. SOTHERN, as the philanderer Purdie, took all his Chances of humour, and they were many, with the greatest aplomb.  They included some very pleasant satire on stage manners.  I have only to mention the names of Miss HILDA MOORE, Miss JESSIE BATEMAN, Miss DORIS LYTTON and Miss LYDIA BILBROOKE for you to understand how excellent a cast it was, both for wit and grace.

Finally, Mr. ARTHUR HATHERTON, as Lob, the host of the party, a kind of hoary old Puck who had a penchant for filling his house every Midsummer Eve with people who wanted a Second Chance, interpreted Sir JAMES’S whimsical fancy to the very top of freakishness.

I hope, but doubtfully, that there are enough Dear Brutuses in London (so many aliens have lately fled) to do justice to BARRIE at his best.

O.S.

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LE MOT JUSTE.

    “Tea is very scarce and that to Irish folks, who like it black
    and strong, with always ‘one more for the pot,’ is a source of
    damentation.”—­Liverpool Daily Post and Mercury.

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“Another Army Order provides that an officer while undergoing instruction in flying shall receive continuous flying pay at the rate of 4s. a day in addition from the public-houses of the town.”—­Provincial Paper.

Very generous of them; but what will the Board of Liquor Control say?