Acts, not words, again we need,
    Just to show them they are silly. 
  Sunday Music stopped?  Indeed,
    They must like it, willy nilly!

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THEATRES AND MUSIC HALLS COMMISSION.

(A Matinee, by Our Own Reporter.)

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IN reply to Mr. WOODALL, Mr. J.L.  TOOLE said he was happy to come there. Name is JOHN LAWRENCE TOOLE?  Yes.  “JACK with my familiars,”—­hem!—­ SHAKSPEARE.  Being in Witness-box,—­JACK in the Box. What he would take?  Nothing, thanks, not even his oath.  He was quite prepared to kiss the book—­in the absence of the belle.  Little joke that—­has heard of “bell, book, and candle.”  Couldn’t bring the candle in,—­would if he could, though, just to—­ahem!—­make it a light entertainment.  Would they excuse his glove?  What did they want to know? Whether the sanitary arrangements at his Theatre were good?  Rather—­he could only say they were “fust-rate.”  A 1, in fact, like the performance.  The house held over two thousand pounds, and was crowded nightly to see Walker, London.  Did he consider the structure safe?  Of course he did—­safe as Houses—­that is, safe as his houses for Walker, London were going to be for the next three years and a half, when his tenancy would expire, and he should then be in the Army. Did the Committee want to know how it was that he would be in the Army?  He’d tell them; because, when he gave up that Theatre, he would be a “Left Tenant.”  Not bad that, for a beginner.  We’re a getting on, we are.  As to ventilation—­well, he couldn’t have too much ventilation for Walker, London.  He should like it aired everywhere. Then the Committee might take it that he was satisfied with the structure?  Well—­if they put it in that way—­yes—­he thought the structure a bit faulty—–­but what’s the odds as long as the public like the piece?  He didn’t consider Walker, London, a model of dramatic construction, but he looked upon the House Boat built on the stage as quite a model of construction; the end of the piece was a bit hazy, and he didn’t yet know why everybody allowed him to go off with the punt, which they wouldn’t get back, unless his friend, Mr. SHELTON, who was splendidly made up as a riverside boatman, brought it back, and, begging the Committee’s pardon if they’d excuse his glove, he couldn’t tell; not that it was a secret, because the clever author, a very nice retiring chap called BARRIE, hadn’t confided it to him,—­but—­what was he saying?—­oh, yes—­he couldn’t tell how it was all the characters on board didn’t see ELIZA JOHNSON as Sarah in the punt.  But as Walker says, “Oh, that’s nothing! that’s nothing!” The Chairman wished to know if there is an egress at the back of the Theatre? He (Mr. TOOLE) did not remember ever having seen a negress there.  There were two beautiful young ladies—­Miss IRENE VANBRUGH and Miss