ALL IN PLAY.
Dear Mr. Punch,—Town is supposed to be empty, except of the poor persons who are forced to attend the Houses of Parliament, and the toiling millions of the East End, who are, however, of no account in the West. In spite of this dearth of population, the Gaiety (which I attended on your behalf, looking and feeling as much like you as I possibly could) was very full on the first night of Loyal Love, a play which has apparently been put upon the stage for the personal and exclusive benefit of Mrs. Brown-Potter.
