EXIT G. V. BROOKE.—ENTER TOM BARRY.
HAT Mr. Brooke—according to the information benignantly supplied to a benighted public by his manager—has restored Drury Lane to its former grandeur as a Temple of the Drama, is a grand fact. Having restored the Temple, and made his exit—en route for California—enter Tom Barry "the Deathless Clown."
Mr. E. T. Smith—like a modest flower—unconscious of his own merits, has culled in "a wise discretion, the result of a deliberative council in science." And the wisdom of his discretion shows itself in astounding results. For instance, he has the youthful Hernandez, who is, in himself, "the very constellation in the hippodramatic hemisphere." Next, he has Eaton Stone; and he "confronts in a marvellous manner, the wild horse of the prairies"—that animal being at the present hour rampant and loose under Drury Lane stage. Next, there is Arthur Barnes, "the champion of all the world" who throws "ninety-one summersaults in succession;" a living anatomical illustration of the truth that one good turn deserves another. Tom Barry, "the deathless Clown—his name and fame are enough." The Undying One! Immortal William over the portico, and the Deathless Barry in the sawdust!
It is expected that the Deathless Barry will, 'ere his engagement concludes, be regaled with a complimentary supper of several yards of property sausages. Among other expected toasts, is "The Memory of Joseph Grimaldi," which, it is believed, will be responded to by his late dresser, a veteran of the good old school. On this festive occasion, the horses of the company—deathless Barbs!—will have an extra feed of beans.