That hardy annual known as The Drury Lane Pantomime is in full vigour this year, its flowers of a more brilliant colour than ever, and its leaves, as evidenced by the book of words, are fresh and vigorous.  In no other sense, however, does the Drury Lane Pantomime bear any resemblance to “a plant.”  There is no “take in” about it, except that even big Old Drury is not capable of holding all who would be present; and so it happens nightly I believe, that many are turned away from the doors bitterly disappointed.  Such certainly was the case when the present deponent was installed,—­without any unnecessary ceremony,—­on a certain given night last week.  “The book” is by the Every-knightly DRURIOLANUS and his faithful Esquire, HARRY NICHOLLS, who, much to everybody’s regret, does not on this occasion appear as one of the exponents of his own work.  There are Miss FANNIE LESLIE—­too much “ie” in this name now, and one may ask “for why"?—­Miss MARIE (not “MARY”—­oh dear now!) LLOYD, Miss PATTIE—­not PATTY of course—­HEYWOOD, Mr. JOHN and Miss EMMA (dear me! not EMMIE!) D’AUBAN, and Messrs. HERBERT CAMPBELL as a grotesque monarch, Mr. DAN LENO as Queen of Hearts, Mr. FRED WALTON, wonderful in a frame as the living image of the Knave of Hearts, and a crowd of clever people.  But among the entire dramatis personae, first and foremost, both the least and the greatest, is the impersonator of Humpty-Dumpty himself, the Yellow Dwarf alias Little TICH, who shares with the gorgeous spectacle and the exquisite combination of colours in Scene Eight, The Wedding, the first honours of the Great Drury Lane Annual.  It is emphatically a Pantomime for children to see and to enjoy.  The action is so rapid, song succeeds dance, and dance succeeds song, and permutations and combinations of colour are so brilliant and so frequent, that anyone who wants full change for his money and a bonus into the bargain, will find it in the return he will get for his outlay on visiting the Drury Lane Annual.  And now about the Harlequinade.  The “Opening,” as it used to be called, which, terminating with the Grand Transformation Scene, ought to be, theoretically at least, only the introduction to the real business of the evening, that is, the “Pantomime business,” concludes at 10.45, and allows three-quarters of an hour for what is called “the Double Harlequinade”—­which consists of one old-fashioned English Pantomime-scene, followed by a comparatively modern—­for ’tis not absolutely “new and original”—­French Pantomime-scene, and this arrangement seems like, so to speak, pitting English Joey against French Pierrot.  This friendly rivalry has had the effect of waking up the traditional Grimaldian spirit of Pantomime, and Mr. HARRY PAYNE’s scene, besides coming earlier than usual, is, in itself, full of fun of the good old school-boyish kind; and if the Public, as Jury, is to award a palm to either competitor, then it must give a hand—­which is much