The Colonel.
The Colonel at the Comedy is equally at home, and, on the occasion of his revival, was received with enthusiasm. Mr. Bruce has succeeded Mr. Coghlan in the title rôle, and plays just as well as his predecessor. Mr. Herbert is the original Forester, and the rest of the dramatis personæ are worthy of the applause bestowed upon them. To judge from the laughter that followed every attack upon the æsthetic fad, the "Greenery Yallery Gallery" is as much to the front as ever—a fact, by the way, that was amply demonstrated at the Soirée of the Royal Academy, where "passionate Brompton" was numerously represented.
The Bells of Hazlemere seem to be ringing in large audiences at the Adelphi, although the piece is not violently novel in its plot or characters. Mrs. Bernard-Beere ceases to die "every evening" at the end of this week at the Opéra Comique until November. I peeped in, a few days since, just before the last scene of As in a Looking-Glass, and found the talented lady on the point of committing her nightly suicide. Somehow I missed the commencement of the self-murder, and thus could not satisfactorily account for her dying until I noticed that a double-bass was moaning piteously. Possibly this double-bass made Mrs. Bernard-Beere wish to die—it certainly created the same desire on my part. Believe me,
yours sincerely,
One Who has Gone to Pieces.