Miss NELLIE STEWART is a pretty singing, dancing, twisting, twirling Susan.  But what induced handsome Miss MARION BURTON, once so gay and sprightly as Cherubino in Le Nozze di Figaro, to essay this musically dreary part of William, and, further, to wear a costume about as unlike that of the nautical and traditional William as can well be imagined, is a puzzle to anyone who knows what she has done and can do.  Not a bit of dash in the character; all the good old conventional British Tar taken right out of it.  She can indeed say with the fool in The Yeomen of the Guard, “I’ve got a song to sing, oh!” for she has two or three, but her “voice is wasted on the desert air,” as they go for nothing, and therefore probably nobody else could make them go for anything.

Mr. ARTHUR WILLIAMS is funny, but his Variety Show scene, with soliloquy and song, is too long; or rather, it would not be too long, if the piece were only cut down to a two hours’ entertainment.

[Illustration:  A Mug of Burton.]

Let this “Comic Opera,” for so is it described in the bills, be cut down as ruthlessly, but not as blindly, as William cut down Crosstree; let something catching be substituted for most of the music of the First Act,—­specially omitting the “Why, certainly!” interpolation, which is a feeble but evident imitation of Mr. W.S.  GILBERT’s classic “What, never?” “Well, hardly ever;” let the music of the Second Act be taken out by handfuls, and, if possible, let what remains be replaced by something sparkling; then, with less of sweet but sad William—­for the present version of the part is quite “BURTON’s Anatomy of Melancholy,”—­with less of fascinating but squirming Susan, far less of minor characters generally, and more, by comparison, of the two MACS—­meaning the two ARTHURS with the plural names ROBERTS and WILLIAMS,—­also a telling song for Mr. CHAUNCEY OLCOTT (whose singing now wins an encore for an indifferent ballad),—­with the Captain’s-giggy hornpipe of Mr. WILLIE WARD retained, as also the graceful dancing of Miss KATIE SEYMOUR, and then, omitting as much of the plot and authors’ written dialogue as can be conveniently spared,—­very little of it would be missed,—­there is no rhyme or reason why Blue-Eyed Susan should not run on as a Variety Entertainment for any number of nights and days, during which fresh material can be constantly substituted by Messrs. ROBERTS & Co. of the Drollery Company, Unlimited, without racking the fertile brains of Messrs. PETTITT AND SIMS.

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[Illustration:  THE SALVATION HOUSE OF COMMONS. OUR PARLIAMENTARY ARTIST’S DREAM, MARCH 10.]

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[Illustration:  ONE FOR HIM.

Major Spooneleigh.  “AND YOU RIDE SO WELL, AND—­ER—­YOU DRIVE SO WONDERFULLY WELL, AND—­ER—­YOU DANCE SO—­ER—­BEAUTIFULLY, AND YOU—­ER—­PLAY LAWN-TENNIS SO—­ER—­EXQUISITELY, AND—­ER—­OF COURSE YOU FISH ALSO?”